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 Untitled anonymous The Beam by Sara Ost learn to love by Dex Something to Think About... by Michael Rivera Winter Falls by McKenna Catherine Kiefer Untitled by Stephanie Carberry THE MARK OF HIS LOVE anonymous "I Once Was Lost" anonymous Untitled by Deskrete Birthright by Nina Simon submit a poem for next month's edition go to current edition |
The Beam by Sara Ost The beam courses through the kitchen: an artery hewn by cross-grained emotions, bound rough in opposites. It is crackled, thick with flakes of eggshell white: fresh-clung tears on stained cheeks. It weathers yells, spills, steam from screaming kettles. It heaves in rain and seeps: blinking puffy wet eyes after a storm of words and door slams. It is timber, fiber, sinew, real. Knots constrict With staccato drills before bedtime. Frayed splinters bleed brown: knuckles peeling words never healed or forgotten. It breathes with every murmur under silken burls. It holds each drop, like lashes stuck, paring wounds with pained maple tears. Warped by constant, quiet rills, still unyielding, it nurses life. |
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