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

Fall 2017 / Poetry 2017 / Volume 48

The Demise and the Resurrection of the Diving Lady–Virginia Chase Sutton

At sundown, atop a 78-foot platform, the neon Diving Lady jackknifes, blinks, stretches to her full ten feet, blinks, then slides into baby blue ripples. It is a dive she completes every six-and-a-half minutes, amassing a total of sixty-four million leaps until a violent storm rips her from the Starlite Motel’s flashing sign. It sends … Continue reading