So much needs exercising, soothing for the opening to beyond and next. Where applause for sun reverberates across plains and oceans to replace fumes of exhaust. Even on the balconies of apartments in my hometown. My car hides in the garage to avoid the steep price of gas. I plot where to scatter a bag of saved marigold and zinnia seed. Where mornings come unchallenged by worst-yet shock. When the bully pulpit voice, a vulgar weaving from Greenland to birthright, issues ultimatums that seem to threaten using nukes to resurrect the stone age and abuses the many names we use for god. A cardinal teeters on my fencepost listening to the oven bird.
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Wednesday, April 08, 2026
HINGE DAY
by Tricia Knoll
Tricia Knoll’s The Unknown Daughter was a finalist in the 2025 New England Poetry Club chapbook contest. Her
poems appear in journals and nine collections, full-length or chapbook.
Wild Apples (Fernwood Press) details downsizing and moving 3,000 miles
from Oregon to Vermont. After 18 years of working with free verse, she now writes mostly
prose poems. Fernwood Press will publish her full-length poetry book,
Gathering Marbles, in July 2027. Knoll serves as a Contributing Editor
to the online journal Verse Virtual.
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Friday, April 22, 2022
UKRAINE, FLOWERING
by Janice Northerns
Stalks slashed, petals scattered along the road
to the bomb shelter. A country drained of color
waves its flag as a placeholder for the sky.
But spring will green the world again and seeds
crushed under the enemy’s boot will fire
with life. War’s buried relics will multiply
into bright bouquets, blood blossoming
into patches of helianthus coming up
volunteer. Shimmering in the blue breeze:
sun-soaked fields, lapping up the light.
Janice Northerns is the author of Some Electric Hum (Lamar University Literary Press, 2020), winner of the Byron Caldwell Smith Book Award from the University of Kansas, the Nelson Poetry Book Award, and a WILLA Literary Award Finalist in Poetry. The author grew up on a farm in rural West Texas and holds bachelor’s and master’s degrees from Texas Tech University. She and her husband live in southwest Kansas.
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Saturday, March 28, 2020
COVID-19
by Gary Lark
Here we are
waiting for the world to end.
Enough stuff to last a month
and angst hanging outside
waiting to gobble us up.
I go out back
to the garden
plant spring seeds
in an eight-year plot
and collect some vitamin D
for the long haul.
Sheltering in place,
seeing even less people
than I usually do.
A neighbor turns out her little dog,
we wave. I check the rat traps,
some of the bait is gone.
They lose a few every day.
Here we are
waiting for the world to end.
Enough stuff to last a month
and angst hanging outside
waiting to gobble us up.
I go out back
to the garden
plant spring seeds
in an eight-year plot
and collect some vitamin D
for the long haul.
Sheltering in place,
seeing even less people
than I usually do.
A neighbor turns out her little dog,
we wave. I check the rat traps,
some of the bait is gone.
They lose a few every day.
Gary Lark’s work includes Ordinary Gravity (Airlie Press); River of Solace (Editor's Choice Chapbook Award from Turtle Island Quarterly); In the House of Memory (BatCat Press); Without a Map (Wellstone Press); Getting By (Holland Prize from Logan House Press). Daybreak on the Water is forthcoming from Flowstone Press. His poetry has appeared in Beloit Poetry Journal, Catamaran, Hubbub, Poet Lore, ZYZZYVA, and others.
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