To Live by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] There is something about low tide,an introduction to ocean,iodine of meaty seaweedwith its proliferation of sand fleas,flies of greedy garrulous Gulls,darting marooned minnowsshooting about like cometsin celestial pools, stumpsof feathery anemones cramming foodin their gaping mouths with pliant...

In The Canyon by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] walls erode into water that glistensListen to the steadfast sound of river.Shiver when sun is down and gustsbust their way across canyon face,lace air with grains guaranteed to change,rearrange every surface into grit,drift into food and cups until...

Our World Is Watching by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] Sun lights up a new daysecure in planetary way. Night cool lingers, fingersof cool steal in open windows. Trees are breathing throughtheir lungs of leaves. Thereis no shade like a tree’s. In the city building’s canyonsteem with chorus...

Adieu by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] Seven months gone is the sister,rescued from decline in Arizona,Gone is Jane’s hospital bedshe used less than two weeks. Taken away the pills that becalmedher tempestuous tortureswhen unable to breath. Two days in hospice beforeher soul soared wheresouls...

YKK by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] Nod to Yoshida Kōgyō Kabushikigaisha My zipper speaks to me,promises security,tough teeth,quick relief, Six inches of slow,rasp, rasp,as you go,godspeed gasp you kick kill,young knead knee,yankee king key,yield kid knife. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] [tabbyending]