Toast by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] Isn’t it just the damned truththat when you startpointing fingersat othersyou mightjust as welllook in a mirrorpoint that same finger there. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Celia Turner is a Loveland published poet in Northern Colorado Writers and Columbine Poets...

Don’t We All Drown In Indoctrination? by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] Sweet flesh we are born with, malleable, small sponges. Little elephants tethered to a stake, when we grow, we forget we can just pull free with our adult size and strength, our must. Like a fish we erupt...

We Are by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] A susurration of voices,all women speakingin a multitude of languages Some stuck yetrepeating onlywhat men want of us— the impossible,leaving usforever in lack. Other womenwhispering, a vortexshouting, spiraling us up, up. We are we are we arewe are...

Eclipse by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] The shadow of the moonwill cross Mexicoat one thousand five hundred mph,shoot up toward Niagara Falls,at pretty near two thousand.Millions will standcraning heads skywardenduring each otherin a close proximitythey would not otherwisetolerate, spending moneythey did not havefor a...

A Boy and Rocks (For Matthias) by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] He sought stones. Cradled themin his hands. Worried their creviceswith spit and sweat. Polished them in his tumblerto seek their secrets, crackedwith hammer and chisel to reveal a hidden hollow,Magnificat concretionsof color, crystals gleaming new to a...