In Memoriam: Norman, Oklahoma, 1946 by Jack H. Simons Mom and Dad died — buried ten weeks apart On equally cold, wet, blustery days. And I fell into despair — as though I Had never gone to war, had never read The offices at the graveside, had not aged. As I mourned my way to […]
For My Wife by Jack H. Simons As you go your way, And I go mine. Me to death, and you to life. I wish to tell you my heart. Though sentenced to die Before I was born, I remain a contented man, Who, while this short candle burns, Will seek you again, […]
On My Surly Part Jack H. Simons (with apologies to Dylan Thomas)
Poem: I Believe in Art by Jack Simons Especially when Mozart or Bach With complex musical reason Inflame my spirit, and I catch the logic Of holy counterpoint, and hear the heavens Opening their eternity to my crabbed spirit, I rise to meet the sun that has yet to show Itself in the darkened […]
to my nitty gritty city by Rebecca S. Rea i love you at dawning day the smell of alleyways and roses in my armsi love you at just-before-twilight how that cat’s light horizon illuminates your palms i love you from the overpass graffiti and ghetto blasts in LA you look down to see the stars […]
Wind by Titus Gee Rain Threatens me Darkness Hides my road Snow and ice Offer oblivion on every curve But worst of all the wind. Only the wind opposes me Invisible, unavoidable Fickle Shoves me back Insulted by my arrogance. The way looks clear Sharp-lined road ahead Under cloudless blue Yet every mile I fight […]
Tourists by Evan Shultz This article has been archived in RedFence Print Edition One, available now in the Store.
Irrationality: Tread Lightly by Rebecca S. Rea This article has been archived in RedFence Print Edition One, available now in the Store.
Looking by Rachel Deveau Slipping away, falling through clenched fingers, Water that fills the deepest thirst And disappears before it even touches bottom Slivers of sunlight, waves of the ocean Green trees standing tall, scent of rain on pavement A first kiss, a final farewell. Chasing the end of rainbows Looking for what we have […]
Editor’s Note: The following is the second in a fencepost series by Chris Amico, RedFence’s first foreign correspondent. Chris recently moved to China to teach English, and maybe learn some things as well. We look forward to walking the paths of the East with him, maybe for years to come. Seaside, Somewhere by Chris Amico […]