By Emma Woodford Flat canal fog, disappearing trees line adroitly planted paths. Water flows coal barges float, with cars parked. The train glides, buildings grow gravel patches spread like butterflies. Roads pass ponds with corner herons standing, are they watching fish or waiting for the sun. November days passing, greyly lit winter, curling … Continue reading Third Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest- Canal Fog
Roots
By Emma Woodford Lydia green fronds a little brittle maneuvered carefully into place branches gently straightened out. Re-placed and pushed down, half a can of water doused whispering a loving chant. Bay tree planted, mold two holes and fold in roots. His ancestor lives in Brittany, kilometers from here, first planted in … Continue reading Roots
Time well-traveled
By Emma Woodford They knew their lives were shattered when he couldn’t find the key. Now she cries at every turn, tears like grains of sadness on her face. We love her house and feel her pain seeing our future in those grains.
Noises Off
By Emma Woodford There, is a noise that wasn’t there before a rough scrawl on the wind, or the heating going crazy the sound grows louder, coming from the outside. down there in the street q large man inside a cabin holds a radio wired to the ceiling in one hand the other on the … Continue reading Noises Off
Response to Dylan Thomas
By: Emma Woodford
Cheese
By Emma Woodford Where we together when we ate that cheese? That one that pooled on our tongues And made them curl in concentration Around its tangy sting? Where you there when we ate that cheese? Shooting down a summer breeze With chunks of bread so soft They melted in our mouths And took the … Continue reading Cheese
