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Sharron Singleton
Five Poems

Sarah Giragosian
Five Poems

Jenna Kilic
Five Poems

Kristina McDonald
Five Poems

Toni Hanner
Five Poems

Annie Mascorro
Five Poems

Brittney Corrigan
Three Poems

S. E. Hudgens
Four Poems

Ali Doerscher
Four Poems

David Sloan
Three Poems

Olivia Cole
Five Poems

Lucy M. Logsdon
Four Poems

Marc Pietrzykowski
Four Poems

Donna Levine Gershon
Five Poems

Eva Heisler
The Olden Days

Stephanie Rose Adams
Five Poems

Jill Kelly
Five Encounters

Ben Bever
Five Poems

Michael Hugh Lythgoe
Five Poems

Arlene Zide
Three Poems

Harry Bauld
Five Poems

Lisa Zerkle
Four Poems

Peter Mishler
Five Poems

Tim Hawkins
Five Poems

Marqus Bobesich
Four Poems

Abigail Templeton-Greene
Five Poems

Eric Duenez
Five Poems

Anne Graue
Five Poems

Susan Laughter Meyers
Five Poems

Peter Kahn
Two Poems

D. Ellis Phelps
Five Poems

Linda Sonia Miller
The Kingdom

Nicklaus Wenzel
Skagit River

Holly Cian
Five Poems

Susan Morse
Five Poems

Daniel Lassell
Five Poems

Svetlana Lavochkina
Temperate Zones

Daniel Sinderson
Three Poems

Catherine Garland
Five Poems

Michael Fleming
Five Poems

D. Ellis Phelps

Five Poems

and the red oak

spoke to me


look—to the north

open the bones

take your chances

with the sun

the earth leans


consider the dung

at your feet

—how it feeds

the soil

you spin

and dig

you are:




no more

than dung

you cannot


these veins

nor cause

one synapse

    to snap

you are neither suture nor cell

but salt       dissolving

this well

is a black hole

yet       you

stand at the edge



how many eons have slipped

through this clutching

do you think

marking time will help


every morning

is a drop    of honey

the bags you hoard

prove the gravity

you      fear

that’s why the dervish


—to throw off

this prison skin

put your ear to the earth!

even breath

is    an echo


lifting dark

—edge of morning

one    silent stem

her head

—a noble nod


can i drink

all    of this

through this


of indigo—

the breath       breaks

—a swift

& crimson


no gravity

can stall this




—the mossy

field—a wet

slip    a soft



wide       her shore

& emerald

—a push—

no shell

can hold


(                              )

—the wind


the dunes

you cannot

be sure

of anything

D. Ellis Phelps work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Arts United Issues 1 & 3, Windhover, New Texas, Aires, Texas Poetry Calendar, San Antonio Express News¸ San Antonio Current, and elsewhere. Her first novel, Making Room for George, is forthcoming from Balboa Press, 2013. These poems, mined from the dreamworlds, are excerpted from a manuscript of poetry under submission entitled what holds her.

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