pirate
11 March 2008
Vol. 8, No. 1
poetry
in maiz, in maiz, gentle, ease
y with the cutlass easy maiz,
steady with the cutlass gentle
boarding axe, plank by plank
Objects, a History
9 March 2008
Vol. 8, No. 1
poetry, prose poem
Swiss, great-grandmother says "blood" to the row of the riverboat gently covering its tracks. Father defends their western terms, "I'm no wagon, no horse." Anchored—land, land ho—grandfather's in the motor, radio, hull, in the rain. Aunt J says "he touched it, it's ruined" and pops bread from a bread pan. Uncles talk Canada, a state away, with its good hunting, fishing.