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…

Select Poems from The Amoeba Game

Tara Skurtu

I stood at the stove holding a wooden spoon in my right hand, listening to butter sputtering against the splattered circle of an egg. Perhaps ...

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 ...

Oxherding Pictures

Eunice Flanders

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 ...

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 ...

New Student Poetry

Born Alone We Must Die Alone

Austin Smith

The suit’s new,
Shoes too!
I have never seen a coffin before,
and this open lid is inviting everyone in. ...

Poetry by Kevin Shaabi

Be the one to squeeze my hand, \ As I gaze at the freckled beauty of life \ Be the one to keep the mug of spent coffee, \ On the bright side of the shadows, \ ...