I multiply weightless suns
on ocean horizons:
some watery as tears,
some sticky as blood.
My sable brush says
come nearer, rose tone.
Come blue me in flood.
Julia Caroline Knowlton teaches French and Creative Writing at Agnes Scott College in Atlanta. The author of five volumes of poetry, she has twice been named a Georgia Author of the Year in the poetry chapbook category. She lives in Atlanta and Paris.
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Sunday, June 29, 2025
Monday, June 23, 2025
Four O'Clock by Kelley White
The cats are here between me and the window
because it is a warm sunny afternoon and they will not
let me work. They bathe themselves. They bathe
each other. You’ve come in. It’s a lovely late
August day. Your legs surprise me, veins knotted,
pale, blue beneath your thinning skin. So thin.
Muscles disappearing with each day we survive.
My face is warm too. Soon I will have to pull
the curtain against the sun. And we will both lie
down. Sunlight, cats, autumn. Nothing more
needed. Unless you count us both, the way we keep
breathing, the way we can sleep with sun washing
our faces.
Pediatrician Kelley White has worked in Philadelphia and New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in Exquisite Corpse, Rattle, and JAMA. Kelley's most recent chapbook is A Field Guide to Northern Tattoos (Main Street Rag Press.) She is the recipient of a 2008 Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grant and she is Poet in Residence at Drexel’s Medical School. Kelley's newest collection, NO. HOPE STREET, was recently published by Kelsay Books.
because it is a warm sunny afternoon and they will not
let me work. They bathe themselves. They bathe
each other. You’ve come in. It’s a lovely late
August day. Your legs surprise me, veins knotted,
pale, blue beneath your thinning skin. So thin.
Muscles disappearing with each day we survive.
My face is warm too. Soon I will have to pull
the curtain against the sun. And we will both lie
down. Sunlight, cats, autumn. Nothing more
needed. Unless you count us both, the way we keep
breathing, the way we can sleep with sun washing
our faces.
Pediatrician Kelley White has worked in Philadelphia and New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in Exquisite Corpse, Rattle, and JAMA. Kelley's most recent chapbook is A Field Guide to Northern Tattoos (Main Street Rag Press.) She is the recipient of a 2008 Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grant and she is Poet in Residence at Drexel’s Medical School. Kelley's newest collection, NO. HOPE STREET, was recently published by Kelsay Books.
Sunday, June 15, 2025
I Come From by Diane Webster
I come from sagebrush
where rattlesnakes coil
in shade away
from the mid-day sun.
I come from rocks
where chukars call
an echo across
fossilized riverbeds.
I come from immigrants
deserting Russia and England
for a trip across the Atlantic
when I would have been
seasick hung over the rail
hungry for land I now call home.
Diane Webster's work has appeared in North Dakota Quarterly, New English Review, Studio One and other literary magazines. Micro-chaps were published by Origami Poetry Project in 2022, 2023, 2024 and 2025. Diane was a featured writer in Macrame Literary Journal and WestWard Quarterly. Her website is: www.dianewebster.com
where rattlesnakes coil
in shade away
from the mid-day sun.
I come from rocks
where chukars call
an echo across
fossilized riverbeds.
I come from immigrants
deserting Russia and England
for a trip across the Atlantic
when I would have been
seasick hung over the rail
hungry for land I now call home.
Diane Webster's work has appeared in North Dakota Quarterly, New English Review, Studio One and other literary magazines. Micro-chaps were published by Origami Poetry Project in 2022, 2023, 2024 and 2025. Diane was a featured writer in Macrame Literary Journal and WestWard Quarterly. Her website is: www.dianewebster.com