HARD WINTER

by Thomas R. Smith

"Stormtrumpers" cartoon by Shields

“The shadow boys are breaking all the laws.” —Tom Waits

We knew it would be so. Didn’t they

tell us themselves? Too cold on these dark streets,

we shudder at the sound of things breaking,

coming nearer. Unfortunately not too cold

for them, who are well described by the name

Ice.  We wonder if the night air will come

rushing through our own shattered windows.

The river is frozen, the snow-covered

surface a field of inaction, the birds

who need open water gone elsewhere.

Winter is a lid on a pot simmering,

sooner or later to boil over. That is

our trust as we rest, while the cold shadows

slip through the dark with their icy hammers.

Thomas R. Smith’s recent books are a poetry collection Medicine Year (Paris Morning Publications) and a prose work Poetry on the Side of Nature: Writing the Nature Poem as an Act of Survival (Red Dragonfly Press). He lives in western Wisconsin near the Kinnickinnic River.

WE LOVE GENDER-AFFIRMING CARE

by Cecil Morris

Supreme Court seems ready to uphold ban on gender-affirming care for minors. —NPR, December 4, 2024

Here’s gender-affirming care in my hometown: 

We give our boys some guns—long guns like ARs 
and shotguns and semi-auto handguns—
which, at first, are really just pointer fingers
and sticks and trigger-controlled hose nozzles
and, really, anything vaguely phallic.

We give our girls baby dolls and plush toys
and encourage them to hug and comfort,
to placate and coo, and, later, aprons
and play kitchens with miniature pots and pans.

We give our boys hammers and nails (of course)
and drills and fucking big four-wheel drive trucks
and dump trucks and fire trucks with screaming sirens
and teach them privilege and damage control
and the righteousness of conquest and noise.

We give our girls sixty watts of light and need
and teach them the virtues of silence and grace
and a thousand and one ways to cook a chicken,
to make repairs, and to turn tears on and off.

We teach them all manifest destiny.

Cecil Morris, a retired high school English teacher and Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee, has poems appearing in The Ekphrastic Review, Hole in the Head Review, New Verse News, Rust + Moth, and elsewhere. His debut poetry collection At Work in the Garden of Possibilities (Main Street Rag) will come out in 2025.  He and his partner, mother of their children, divide their year between the cool coast of Oregon and the relatively hot Central Valley of California.

A COLOR THEORY

by Lynda Gene Rymond

Nearly unnameable colors press upon my heart. The silver-brown of Diego’s eyes, his rectangle

goat pupils glow with benevolent courage, the green-violet thumbs of asparagus erupting from

sandy soil, chaste lavender-pink of my cold fingers wielding the root knife. Lapis-tanzanite of

swallow wings and peach-buff of their underbellies. Sanguine-scarlet heads of the British soldier

lichen devour the log ends of our cedar gates, the viridian-onyx feathers of Pirate Jenny and

Halfpint as they scratch spent hay and devour the umber-gray scattering pill bugs. A threat-black

military transport flies low over my husband as he strides in his bee suit to a wind-thrown hive.

War is not here but its cogs and hammers now tense and click in every zone. My neighbor’s

poultry, gold-glinting as pocket-watches, are loosed like a dare to red-tailed hawks and sooty-

legged foxed, yet they live this day. If I could grip this small colorless invisible peace, could break

and pass it like honey-dripped bread to those who might not taste such again. Even now the

bees find red maple flowers and fly the pollen home in scarlet-orange bundles. Bundles. So many 

carrying bundles.

Lynda Gene Rymond has been runner-up for Bucks County Poet Laureate in 2019 and 2021 and a finalist in 2020. She has poetry appearing in the Schuylkill Valley Journal, Heron Tree Review, U.S. 1 Worksheets, and the anthology Carry Us to the Next Well (Kelsay Books, 2021.) Her short story “Turn, Turn” won the 2020 Pennwriters short story competition. She authored the children’s books The Village of Basketeers and Oscar and the Mooncats (Houghton Mifflin). She lives on Goblin Farm in Applebachsville, Pa.