poetry
“Bygones — begun on his father’s centenary,” a poem by Frederick Ramey.

“Bygones — begun on his father’s centenary,” a poem by Frederick Ramey.

“… ‘really’ may not matter now (when ruddy Truth isn’t true) if you see how little meaning means, see the way they mean you to …” —————- To enjoy this feature as a broadside, drag the images to your desktop–or read the plain text below. ———-   bygones — begun on his father’s centenary   One-hundredth anniversaries roll by...
[born], a poem by Frederick Ramey.

[born], a poem by Frederick Ramey.

Every morning, a choice. “… the clarion reach from the New World mist …” To save and enjoy this poem as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop. … [born] in the morning of the year we decide who is equal and who is not, the clarion reach from the New World mist, slave songs on...
“[sanctuary],” a poem by Frederick Ramey.

“[sanctuary],” a poem by Frederick Ramey.

On the church shootings in Texas, in a world where “normal” has been left behind. “It all seems so natural now we’ve gone straight through eloquence …” [sanctuary] There my hand was / veined purple / the skin like sand under clear water / spotted some / grey haired and twice ringed like my father’s / once...
"Birth, School, Work, Death": Contents & Contributors for Summer/Fall 2019.

“Birth, School, Work, Death”: Contents & Contributors for Summer/Fall 2019.

We present our Summer/Fall 2019 issue–“Birth, School, Work, Death” … Four phases of life, with the beauty in the details. If you wish, you can go to the Table of Contents and Contributors’ Notes on Medium here: Contents. All of our features are published there, too. Here’s what you’ll find in this issue … All...
"After the Wake, Gramma Ruth Communes with Her Beloved," a poem by Ellen Kombiyil.

“After the Wake, Gramma Ruth Communes with Her Beloved,” a poem by Ellen Kombiyil.

“It didn’t flare like tissue or burn to ash but hovered many minutes …” To enjoy this feature as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop … or scroll down to read the poem in plain text. After the Wake, Gramma Ruth Communes with Her Beloved 1. “There in a jar, emptied of buttons — mama put a...