Poems from Nashawannuck Pond | David Ram
I hadn’t thought much of the wind today / before I pushed into the pond and found / how little, mind you, how little the wind / thought of me
Inescapable | Sandy Feinstein
Church bells pealed canonical hours / matins, lauds, praise be for sunrise / prime, terce, sext / become silent graphics
Petit Manan | Leah Nath
boardwalk greasy with entangled seaweed, the rickety path to my summer blossomed open towards ...
Medicine | Loralee Clark
If there is enough bark left, / if its trunk lying nearby / or if you were the one to fell it / you might be able to tell a tree’s identity ...
River Reflections | Scott T. Starbuck
Multitudes of hands / open and close / like sea anemones ...
Youth Voices | Write Out
Youth Voices Unearthed is honored to feature the voices of Write Out authors in our Spring 2024 issue. Write Out is an afterschool program that partners with community centers across Syracuse to get youth excited about storytelling. In our writing workshops, students explore topics of self-expression and personal experience—themes that are often [...]
Adirondack Weekend | Tomas Todisco
Haiku written on Rocky Peak Ridge in the Adirondack Mountains.
Little Glass Jar | Kiera McManus
On the promise of honey.
Song the Wind | Evelyn Pae
In this new age of machines / i am the racer who drives through the sky / the comb that rakes the long hair of the prairie / and sings her a lullaby when the nights grow cold
Worm | Giles Goodland
Perhaps the most grounded animals are most linked to our own eventual and possibly post human resurgence.