fall 2018 / Poetry 2018 / volume 49

Planning an Escape Through a Pinhole of Light—Kevin Le Master

We could not separate his death from the multi-colored carpet. His bones , a disintegration of the sound any creature makes when it seeks finality. His single orb opened and closed like an SOS sent from a sinking ship; the only indication of his fight for a fleeting breath. If only he had headed for … Continue reading

fall 2018 / Poetry 2018 / volume 49

Bronze Shoes on a Budapest Quayside—Elizabeth Weir

Jewish shoes, weary, worn and worked, broken walled, broken-willed shoes. Buttoned and buckled shoes, ribboned shoes and strapped, fashion shoes, pointed and patterned, sensible shoes, a man’s battered work boots. Knee boots, torn and fallen, children’s shoes, paired and single. A woman’s shoes, small-boy shoes beside her’s; one heeled dancing shoe tipped over, a man’s … Continue reading