COMMONPLACE

COMMONPLACE

A poem by Amy Nawrocki, from the autumn 2021 issue When I am disorientatedand longingfor the company of resolve I find myself living among frondsnext to the rock named for emptiness every day imagining geraniumsthe orientating newnessof honeysuckle. Amy Nawrocki is...
The Bouquet of the Last Direction

The Bouquet of the Last Direction

by Frank LaRue Owen, from The School of Soft-Attention When the soul becomes unburdenedit’s like a new saddle on a fresh horse. Suddenly the trail feels right again,and the strong horizon line in front of you as you turnbecomes its own form of soothing medicine....