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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