Martha Deed: Two Poems

The Great Aunts in the North Country “dainty women” a tale taller than the ladder Great Aunt Maud climbed to…

Just Another Night On Hazen Street: A Poem By Robert Beveridge

JUST ANOTHER NIGHT ON HAZEN ST. In the dream we are ten and the world ends at the front door…

Beam The home inspector calls it a mortice beam or girder, says it is cracked or compromised, says to feed…

Penny’s kitchen clutter bugged Hubert so much, he dropped her off at the airport, raced back home, and immediately took…

STILL NIGHT No one out this still night new snow no longer falling on these brick streets, long covered. My…

The house gloomed in my mind like some ossified memory. It was there I’d grown up and fled from…

The Painting Because I hang atop the landing in John and Jennie’s home, I smell her earthy tomato sauce and…

With a permanent limp like Quasimodo, I walked through the rotating library door. I moved past the security guard, who…

Land Song The pool was dug out leaving a deep well in our backyard. We built raised beds because my…

When I Get the Quilt Out of My Cedar Chest Sometimes, I uncover the past with a quilt handsewn with…

“Have the movers box everything up,” my daughter told my grandsons a few days before we left. “We’ll take…

Where Derrida’s Buried Why are we sighing over books when a short walk away the sea exhales a thousand shades…

Laying on of Hands I want to know who punched the holes. Was it a child in rage playing? Or,…

Important Ramshackle The old kitchen was a place of important ramshackle. Gray Formica table in the center surrounded by nailhead…

Off The Beaten Path In a land full of history— history has moved on— a shrinking world, these small towns—…

Homeowner’s Song Someday I will pine about the perils of an old house but for now I will go on…

Photograph “Town I” by Allene Nichols LUNCH AT 1270 FIFTH AVENUE Now I can feel the heaviness of her right…

You Can Keep Your Tulips Does everyone have a different way they know it’s spring— for some, when each corner…

Patchwork cut stitch sandwich quilt give Close set blocks of log cabin Frame Sunbonnet Sue as she flies Her kite…

This will not stop the tanks in Iraq but bounces on wings of early butterflies, dragonflies off Army steel, olive,…

All wings and legs, You take your stilted stance atop a branch that seems too thin to bear your weight…