Poem of the Month
Untitled (from Winnows)

By Maxianne Berger

Published on December 1, 2016

[spacer height=”20px”]noon sun pauses at a sky-light – hollow of a tree

[spacer height=”80px”]stars just out a cosy fireside chat with the universe

[spacer height=”80px”]the same garden near close of day – painted by wind and shadows

[spacer height=”20px”]_____________________________________________ Winnowed from Herman Melville’s Moby Dick, or The Whale Chapter xxxiv – the cabin-table Chapter xxxv – the mast-head Chapter xxxvi – the quarter-deck

More Poetry


We Twitter, Tinder, Tumblr through eternity. Loquacious text messages flit from fingertips, waves of data ...

Familiar Hours

Its steady hands reckoning our course around the face of time make me uneasily aware of my mortality and yours. From vague gazes and half-finished sentences the humming of our travel clock coaxes us to parables, morals, cautionary tales.

Insurance Claim

Here’s how it panned out:
the stick of dynamite,
thrown on the pond
to break up ice for trout