Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

Against Ornamentation — Ann Struthers

Notice how the old poets go for the jugular, direct to the major artery, no ornamenting around the obvious or making it prettier. Blake says, “O rose, thou art sick!” And Shakespeare declares, “Love is not love/Which alters when it alteration finds….” Milton is adamant, “Hell, her numbers full Thenceforth shall be forever shut.” They … Continue reading

Fall 2010 / Issues / Poetry 2010 / Volume 41

The Road To Work — Ann Struthers

The Latin Professor lives in the country drives a little red pickup, fills its box with grass seed, Omalene for his horses, the Georgics of Virgil. The philosophy professor drives a big black pickup. He carries Heidegger, Sartre, Derrida and Foucalt. He needs wide tires, eight cylinders. The German professor rides his bike, his saddlebags … Continue reading

Fall 2010 / Issues / Poetry 2010 / Volume 41

True Miracles — Ann Struthers

The followers claimed his face glowed with celestial light, so it was forbidden for human hands to depict it. Although he never claimed anything except inspiration, never mentioned resurrection, yet some authorities think he’s back. The Dalai Lama smiles as if he knows, but he’s not telling. Lord Vishnu says he found him incognito wearing … Continue reading

Poetry 2014 / Volume 45

Last Doctors in Aleppo, June 2014 — Ann Struthers

-for Angelique and V. Before coral, pearl, mother of pearl, before the chambers of the nautilus, millions of ancient trilobites crinoids, all the little limestone shells compressed for centuries by the weight of water. Then lifted up, cut, carved into the city of Aleppo, Halep, milk of Abraham’s cow, now blasted into flight by mortars, … Continue reading