Volume II, Issue I Spring 2003


Trees In A Nocturne Flood

A few go it alone,
Still moored, fading into night.
Others, uprooted, leave
To wander a darkening current.
Some, already lost,
Drift swiftly
Toward a far sea.
The lonely coast like arks,
Aching in their emptiness.
One collects the dead
In its gathering arms.


Christopher Woods’recent books are Uunder A Riverbed Sky, prose poems and brief fictions from Panther Creek Press, and Heart Speak, stage monologues from Stone River Press.

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