Fall 2017 / Poetry 2017 / Volume 48

Scanning the Black Sky–Virginia Chase Sutton

terrifying in its beauty—details obscured— the thick odor of rain lifts its fat and full face. Tornado’s coming my father says   this afternoon. The fire department about a mile away sounds its haunting groan at the all-volunteer depot. Who pressed the button, who is there   to get the weather report? I’m eleven, my … Continue reading