Dogwood winter stunts
even the wavering roadside
bluestem and switchgrasses,
the radio newsman warns
of black ice, and sixteen-
thousand miles from our
Tennessee plateau,
imprisoned in Caucasus snowpack,
Prometheus clatters his chains.
Our waiting will never
end. Your mother
does the time: doctors
and lab work, revising
our list of names,
and, as if to coax
the tiny flame of you
into our world,
we spend afternoons
making love. My
fingers trace the third-
trimester globed circumference
of you. What emerges
from love begins and ends
and begins again
in the inexplicable.
How like the wheeling
raptor's shadow, its steel
scalpelling, even here,
the flat gleaming belly
of the earth beneath us.
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Winter Feature 2014
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Editor's Note
-
Poetry
- Betty Adcock
- Robin Behn
- Lorna Knowles Blake
- Michael Collier
- Brendan Constantine
- Patrick Donnelly
- Robert Fanning
- Marta Ferguson
- Miranda Field
- Rebecca Foust
- Jennifer Grotz
- Gerry LaFemina
- Daniel Lawless
- Diane Lockward
- Cleopatra Mathis
- Esther Morgan
- Martha Rhodes
- Joshua Robbins
- J. Allyn Rosser
- R.T. Smith
- Allen Strous
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Fiction
-
Essay