April 1, 2012 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION






Poets for April: Sarah James, Nana Fredua-Agyeman, Kathleen Freeman, Ilona Martonfi, Oheri Otobo, Sondra Byrnes, Beth Winter, Andrew Boobier, Edward Rinaldi, Emma Hall, and Evelyn Adams.






Raindrop on a Red Leaf


Sarah James



Your hand cupping a spider, wrist trembling,
a thin branch in the wind,


or the lurch of lungs and stomach when a plane
takes off and the world falls away,


or the first bead of bone clearly conceived

from that scan’s black smudge.


Suspension of time itself, each moment’s
gasp of skin and lips


when the whole future balances,
as ours did, on the red leaves of two tongues.





Journey home


Sarah James


Cloud-marbled dusk
traffic scuffs the birds’ ca-carolling


Wind cartwheels stranded leaves
along subway walls


Tired feet slide on wet paving stone
glide over light reflections



skeleton trees beckon you
past the red and white glow


cars blurring into a distant
quiet beyond the horizon


the office shrinks
to a grey smudge behind you








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  1. Prince Mensah April 06, at 03:51

    Nana, the two poems are exquisite and full of food for thought. Congrats.

  2. EileenJ April 02, at 14:49

    Beautiful work. Especially love these lines: "the go ahead and breathe it’s okay freedom found in this in-between time." That's one of my own favorite things about this time of day.

  3. Evelyn April 02, at 01:51

    ahhh still love to read me and all these other poets... thanks Val!

  4. Dennis White April 01, at 17:51

    Beth, These two poems are just a brief sampling of your extraordinary talent and mastery of words and imagery. You deserve recognition for your work and I'm glad it is happening. Wishing you continued success in your writing endeavors. Dennis

  5. ed hart April 01, at 15:21

    oops, i called this wonderful poet Emma...sorry for that...but the sentiment still carries

  6. ed hart April 01, at 15:19

    Congratulations Emma...your poetry continues to life on strong wings...your words lead a natural rhythm, with delicate fingers sculpting the deep magic, the pleasure of life


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