Cathexis Northwest Press
Because I Never Stop Thinking About American Beauty Villanelle
By: Amy Lerman The air so electric, dancing to snow, blurring space, rosed bushes, property lines, our own desert view a faded tableau....
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C.N.P Poetry
Cathexis Northwest Press
- Sep 1, 2022
Something is Lost
By: Leila Farjami A wing, whiter than March clouds, a sighted star like a new and bright eye that has fallen to earth, landing beside...
Cathexis Northwest Press
- Sep 1, 2022
Illumination
By: Jeffrey Dreiblatt After September 11, I started a scrap book, pasting in profiles of people who died, known and unknown to me;...
Cathexis Northwest Press
- Sep 1, 2022
Poem for Friends; Nothing Much
By: Seth Simons Poem for Friends I like when it is one hundred degrees nothing bad has ever happened I am a goldfish all I remember...
Cathexis Northwest Press
- Sep 1, 2022
Of Pink...
By: M. Shayne Bell rose buds, pink and white, open . . . first images of Pluto flamingo-pink, a lake of it, into sky-blue . . . safari...
Cathexis Northwest Press
- Sep 1, 2022
The Fisherman; The Sailor; The Steam Shovel Operator
By: John Beck The Fisherman The nuns did everything they could to erase me, make me more like the white boys. When I pull my nets, the...
Cathexis Northwest Press
- Sep 1, 2022
I Learn My Ute Name’s Wah-Ah; Fly Fishing for Hummingbirds
By: Dick Altman I Learn My Ute Name’s Wah-Ah You a runner? my Ute guide asks. Does it show? I reply, the first words between us. We’re...
Cathexis Northwest Press
- Sep 1, 2022
Dina
By: Olga Gonzalez Latapi when thorns gather and smother and kill e- ven if i can- not breathe in this world sometime it is a curse to...
Cathexis Northwest Press
- Sep 1, 2022
Expedition; Ghosted; Housewarming
By: Joseph Byrd Expedition It isn’t clear which Solo cup of ouzo turned the river dark as we talked till twilight. In that fallen apse on...
Cathexis Northwest Press
- Sep 1, 2022
Let's Say There Are People Left; Nights on the River of No Return
By: Mistee St. Clair Let's Say There Are People Left And my bones are found by survivors of this pained land who have humps like camels...
Cathexis Northwest Press
- Sep 1, 2022
things i could have been
By: Carina Stopenski white trash wife of a white trash man in the radioactive town that i called home, appalachian enough for struggling...
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