Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

Trauma Patient #25 — Carol Scott-Conner

Your blood has forgotten your name. It seeps though hidden channels towards the abyss. Ebbs out in heavy dark torrents. I don’t know your name. Not yet. Somewhere, a clerk, seeking your driver’s license, rifles through your bloody clothes. Meanwhile… Your blood drips onto the floor where I stand, and someone puts down a blanket … Continue reading

Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

Sonnet on a Line from Elizabeth Bishop — Anne Higgins

If you taste tears too often, inquisitive tongue, you’ll crave more salt on everything you eat, taste blandness even in the rarest meat. Tears tear, obscure the vision of the young, too many elders leave their loss unsung, often deny the pain they daily meet. Inquisitive neighbors murmur and entreat; tongue locks the secret grief … Continue reading

Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

My Astrophysicist Brother Takes a Nap — Robert J . Tillett

Sometimes you sleep on your stomach, An elbow’s crook consuming your left cheek. Perhaps, then, you’re tunneling toward creation– The way you tell it–that violent instant Frozen, captured in the pressure of an eyelash On an arm. But today you’re on your back Sprawled out on the floor, a universe In repose. This is the … Continue reading