Ruin And before the end comes, the complete corrosion of all things beautiful, what calls us back to dust and the fine delicate things under rocks, the solemn quarters of the dead, or the believing children who simply cannot resist looking at the sun, curious about the circle behind the wide glare presiding over the world, the price of temporary blindness that panics them … Continue reading Three poems by Joel M. Toledo
We walked back and forth from the library, preparing for some high leap: sunlight catching the tallest spume of the shopping centre fountain. Something we owe to the past made our elders stand, kneel and then sit in buildings warmed by a hope for something better. That monogrammed leather trunk we use to keep the dresses you can’t throw away came ahead of … Continue reading ‘February’ by Tim Dooley
The Seal People I had watched them far off in the rough skerries, their long cries carried to land on spindrift, their bodies slipping like silk between the white knuckles of waves, vanishing in the spray for dives of joy into the great grey acres. It was luck itself to find them there that day – their visits rare and those who saw … Continue reading A poem by Julian Turner
