Table of Contents
David J. LeMaster
Last Call For Salvation
Angela P. Markham
Q-Q Ca Choo
The Best Laid Plans
John A. Ward
The Ecstasy of Cooking
The Girl With the Green Umbrella
The Gods of Houston
But I Have Never Known This
Clouds On Your Floor
M. Blair Spiva
Kristina Diane Smith
On Visiting Hay-on-Wye
M. Blair Spiva
Sodom and Gomorrah
Douglas C. Knight
May Ann Licudine
It is autumn
and the orange and red and gold rain
falls gently on the black earth.
Fragile ice creeps out from the edges of the pond
even as a mist rises from the mirror surface.
The fallen leaves turn mired black beneath my step
and the trees shiver in a wind tipped with frost.
and my favorite rock is stone cold beneath me.
A breath of winter tousles my hair
and shivers run down my spine.
But I am not alone, for in the distance
I can hear the faint cry of a bird
growing ever-closer, a chorus of sorrow.
I look up
and see the faint vee of snow geese
outlined soft and grey against the sparkling hard sky.
I watch as they rearrange their careful positions,
letting the leader fall back, another taking his place
to bear the brunt of the harsh winds that strive against them.
Such equality and self-sacrifice amazes me.
and somehow, I feel my very soul
has grown wings and strains against the earth.
I long to join their noble struggle of life and death,
encircling the very earth to continue the hoop of life.
Alas, here I sit under a drowsing tree, among sleepy
rodents, doomed to wait out the winter alone.
SARAH WASSBERG was born and raised in Fargo, North Dakota and steeped in the cultural traditions of Scandinavia. A bookworm, academic, and nature lover, Sarah is currently attending Concordia College in Moorhead, Minnesota and double majoring in History and Scandinavian Studies. She's been writing forever, but her foray into the poetry world is her most recent endeavor. She loves her violin, books, music, dance, and going to family reunions.