The Nativity

by John O’Donohue, from Conamara Blues   No man reaches where the moon touches a woman. Even the moon leaves her when she opens Deeper into the ripple in her womb That encircles dark, to become flesh and bone. Someone is coming ashore inside her, A face deciphers itself from water, And she curves around the…

Shielding by BiNkwana by Joshua Serutle

by BiNkwana Joshua Serutle   I’m building shells on my beloved one’s hearts hard laden steel sticks crossed on their chest shielding heartbreaks   I’m building filters on their ears I’m eliminating cruelty from reach sword words and serpents’ hiss   I’m setting flames on their mouths candle tongues burning in rage crunching lightning out…

Berry Picking

by Marne Wilson   You and I went looking last summer for raspberries and, finding none, were forced to admit that we have no idea what the bushes look like. I don’t know your excuse, but I never needed to look for raspberries before. I always had them pressed upon me. Uncle Eilert dropped them…