Three Poems from We Play a Game

Duy Doan

Rat-tat-tat We heard Changes three times on the radio. First on the way to Salem. Again on the way to the grocery store on the way back from Salem. And then again on the way to pick up Becky and…

the shadow’s wink

Lea Orianne

i cuddle, gripping firm the pillow’s shrine a taste of acrid absence. love, not there. grasping still to treasures, that were not mine my widowed joy, now free of cherished care. the weight of threading sounds of now and yore,…

Oxherding Pictures

Eunice Flanders

Number 1: Bird Seeking Nest She, who is no longer living Under her mother’s wing, Who is flying in the wooded land, Between tree limbs, Through seasons warm, wet, Cold and dry, dips, dives, Rises, and rests. She is a…

4 Poems

Safia Elhillo

Ode to Swearing
back home this is the worst profanity
      what men use when they need to curse . . .

Small Gifts: Writing with My Berklee Students

Eunice Flanders

I am privileged to teach music students, and as a writer, I think it important Berklee students understand the history and connection between lyrics and poetry. I start each class with either a poem or song lyrics, which I treat…

First Jazz

Pete Mullineaux

Coltrane, cool train taking vinyl track with swerve and verve, hip dip curve of lip, gravity bending light with thumb and fingertip on moon reflecting keys – take a winding scale from the black bottom of a southern swamp up…