(Poem) Supernatural by Robin Scofield
Isis grows tomatoes in the sugar skull of the Beloved who hangs onto a vine that climbs the gravestone where he delivers the quick and the dead, chivalrous, blessing every Read More …
Isis grows tomatoes in the sugar skull of the Beloved who hangs onto a vine that climbs the gravestone where he delivers the quick and the dead, chivalrous, blessing every Read More …
Darkness fills the cave until they bring firelight so as to charm the sacred place. Women and teens climb a steep hill. It’s so cold one of them stamps her Read More …
refuses to be refused or refuse while her rubber mouth sews words like dunderhead, and dung beetles center daily meditations in dead leaves, industry for nothing, black munchers firing up Read More …
Enchantments of Isis, the green parrots light on the bougainvillea and the scarecrow with a straw hat. I want you to be the first to know how many lovesongs of Read More …
Early modern humans stepped over bear bones, finding a niche for each of the red ochre bear skulls painted by hand, eye sockets turned outward in the Mother Bear cave, Read More …
One last hour of equinox shines in the still kneeling forest. Last rays feel for dark roots over lime-white rock, waver over red and yellow patches of overripe trash: coke Read More …
Robin Scofield is the author of And the Ass Saw the Angel and Sunflower Cantos from Mouthfeel Press. She has poems appearing or forthcoming in Pilgrimage, Cedilla Six, Interstice, and Mezcla II. She is a poetry editor for BorderSenses who Read More …
White terns cross the cobalt mountains turned fire in the river. My name is Riddle speaker, the taste of wings rising. The reflection tastes like mercury, but my teeth are Read More …