Poetry: “Renascent” by Matthew Wallenstein

January is winter. Footprints in slush kicked back to slush, an honest record. This ugly alone. Hoping not but knowing. Last falls leaves clinging wetly to gutters half frozen. The slush on the sidewalk is pealing paint, the truth of it. Step through sliding doors. They recognize empty pockets. Then the walk: street, then street, … Continue reading Poetry: “Renascent” by Matthew Wallenstein


Poetry: “Samaritans” by Christopher Scribner

The speckled fawn walks among them; as she nibbles earnestly at the foliage, the shade of her body throws the tombstones’ dates into shadow. There’s splendor in the sharply-angled morning light. I imagine my own granite marker, its last line unfilled. In life’s sadness the days pass slowly, the years quickly; each year I keep my birthday quiet; … Continue reading Poetry: “Samaritans” by Christopher Scribner