The Sleep of the Innocent
October 29, 2009
By: Sam Pierstorff
Since our infant son first slept
with arms poised as if a touchdown
had been scored, my wife and I
now brood over every new pose:
claws out like a pouncing tiger—
funeral arms overlapping his chest—
the gravitational mystery of tiny forearms
extended like a mummy’s—
so unlike
To a Cherokee Ancestor
October 28, 2009
Destroyed Vintage
October 22, 2009
Sam Pierstorff
Satire at it’s best. This poem takes on the mannequin at your local mall and the corporation that tells him what to wear.
Jihad
October 22, 2009
James Weaver
Horsemen rode an azure tinctured morning sky,
Thrumming decibels on chosen trips to Hell, who
Even in death
accomplished at
stupendous cost
shrieked… Read more
Holy Water
October 10, 2009
Ryan McNally
We let go
of each other’s hand
to fall on the kneelers,
folded our fingers
in prayer, and felt a touch
in the tips of our elbows.
The monsignor
raised the host,
and
