Charlie Bondhus
Built Fire

Charlie Bondhus - Built Fire

Charlie Bondhus has published two books of poetry—What We Have Learned to Love, which won Brickhouse Books’s 2008-2009 Stonewall Competition,… Read more »
Jonathan Travelstead
Dream of Car Wreck and Failed Extrication

Jonathan Travelstead - Dream of Car Wreck and Failed Extrication

Jonathan Travelstead served in the Air Force National Guard for six years as a firefighter and currently works as a… Read more »
Liz Robbins

Liz Robbins - heat

Liz Robbins’ second full collection, Play Button, won the 2010 Cider Press Review Book Award, judged by Patricia Smith. Her… Read more »
darlene anita scott
How to Keep a Secret

darlene anita scott - How to Keep a Secret

darlene anita scott shares the role of “baby of the family” with a twin sister who found her fifth grade… Read more »
Doris Ferleger
Instead of Angels

Doris Ferleger - Instead of Angels

Doris Ferleger, Ph.D., is a prizewinning poet whose debut book of poetry, Big Silences in a Year of Rain (available… Read more »
Leslie F. Miller

Leslie F. Miller - intersection

Leslie F. Miller likes to break things and put them back together in a random, yet tasteful, order. A writer,… Read more »
Gerard Beirne
Meditation #21 Nothing Is The Matter

Gerard Beirne - Meditation #21 Nothing Is The Matter

Gerard Beirne is an Irish writer now living in Canada where he teaches at the University of New Brunswick and… Read more »
Grace Cavalieri
The Portrait

Grace Cavalieri - The Portrait

Grace Cavalieri’s newest publications are a chapbook, Gotta Go Now, 2012 and a novella in verse, Millie’s Sunshine Tiki Villas,… Read more »
Sid Gold
Wild Dog

Sid Gold - Wild Dog

Sid Gold’s two books are Working Vocabulary (Washington Writers’ Publishing House) and The Year of the Dog Throwers (Broadkill River… Read more »

Wild Dog

Sid Gold

Finally, I’m out of the house
& wondering what animal I am today:
that heavy bear, aloof & deliberate,
the wild dog of caprice & deceit,
Zeus’ rapacious swan? I may have settled
for the man who appeared in the mirror
this morning, if only I had bothered to look.
Above, the sky is a blue so delicate
it is surprising the first jet crossing
its expanse doesn’t shatter it into shards
& right now the world, often enigmatic
as a koan, seems primed for the taking.

The sign along the road says Be Prepared
To Stop & so, patient as the sun, I do.
Why not? It seems so simple a request
& somehow fitting. Idling, I think
of a girl I once knew, her mass
of silken hair, her skin ripened
by the mid-summer sun, the sweet architecture
of her limbs, the both of us still quite young
but not willing to believe it, how one night
at 3 AM we sat in a kitchen furnished
on the cheap by a landlord I never met,Read more »