by Sherri Koehler | Nov 8, 2025 | Poetry
Baskingby Martha Postlethwaite The moon, some say,has such pull that the oceanscan’t resist.But on this late autumn day,it is the sunthat draws meacross the room. I leave my deskand its pileand go.All morning I sit in the panel of lightthat fallson the far endof...
by Sherri Koehler | Nov 8, 2025 | Poetry
Advice from a Raindropby Kim Stafford You think you’re too smallto make a difference? Tell meabout it. You think you’rehelpless, at the mercy of forcesbeyond your control? Been there. Think you’re doomed to disappear,just one small voice among millions?That’s no...
by Sherri Koehler | Nov 8, 2025 | Poetry
Love Elegy with Busboy by Nathan McClain The whole mess –pair of chopsticks pulled apart,tarnished pot of tea. even my fortune(which was no good) —we left for the busboy to clear. I’d probably feel moreguilty if he didn’tso beautifully sweep our soiled plates into his...
by Sherri Koehler | Nov 8, 2025 | Poetry
August Morningby Albert Garcia It’s ripe, the melonby our sink. Yellow,bee-bitten, soft, it perfumesthe house too sweetly.At five I wake, the airmournful in its quiet.My wife’s eyes swim calmlyunder their lids, her mouth and jawrelaxed, different.What is...
by Sherri Koehler | Sep 17, 2023 | Poetry
In the Mystery by Sharon Warman Agnor What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade by Brad Aaron Modlin Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listento the wind, how to find meaning in pumping gas, how peeling potatoes can be a form of prayer. She...
