Peace

[Epilogue from Timothy Mayer’s production of Aristophanes’ “Peace” ] Apologies to Aristophanes We feel we must extend the end he’d planned And graft some new material on his grand Finale, as a warning. We too hate war And think the country’s governed by a house of whores. Write your petition. Fine, sign it. But while … Read more

Back in the Day

When we were boys We called each other “Man” With a long n Pronounced as if a promise We wore felt hats That took a month to buy In small installments Shiny Florsheim or Stacy Adams shoes Carried our dancing gait And flashed our challenge Breathing our aspirations into words We harmonized our yearnings to … Read more

The Prose of the World

Roxane Beth Johnson’s first book of poetry, Jubilee, won the Philip Levine Award for Poetry and was published by Anhinga Press, 2006. Here’s one of our favorite poems from that collection: Weeknight Services The organ’s flare-hued opera hummed loud in the small church above the bar with its bumpy music. Our voiccs wound up being … Read more