PoetryIssue 15 | June 2012

Gift of Nous

by Jessica Morey-Collins

The scarab stares up at the sun,
despairing. The dry air electrifies.
This way or that crackles
at knife’s edge.
Sand swirls up
to the peddler’s
padded palm,
The beetle sings
her small sorrow,
aches chains. She is
a summered never scuttling
through paper dry groundcover:
her always.
Space splits open,
but she can only crawl.
She can only carry grains
of sand. His saddled hand
descends, scoops her
to eye-level. Her spindled limbs
snag his skin. The sky
is white as rage.

Hush he whispers, Take wind.

About the author

Jessica Morey-Collins spent a summer living in a tent in rural Alaska and a spring studying art and culture in Ghana. Her work has appeared in The Redlands Review and Welter. She plans to ramble for the rest of her life.

Read our current issue:


Two poems by Anne Babson
Vignette, Townhouse, 9 a.m. by Troy Cunio
Night Becomes Day Over the West by Megan Foley
Yukon River Aurora by D. B. Goman
Two Poems by David Havird
Cretan Love Letter by Emily Linstrom
Holland by Rick Mullin
Fear in Kenya by Kristina Pfleegor
The Lounge Lizard by Ed Shacklee
Two Poems by Sarah J. Sloat
Night Flight by Vicki Stannard
Koinonia Farms by Alina Stefanescu
Thessaloniki, Four a.m. by Anastasia Vassos
Imaginary Oceans by Jason Warren
Two Poems by F. J. Williams

Postcard prose

It’s Salty by Kelly Hill

Travel notes

Anchorage in the Great Land by Karen Benning
The Value of Small Money by Megan Hallinan
Screensaver by Sandra Larson
Thirty Cents by Tommy McAree
Gokarna by Kate McCahill
Going Places by Rachel Miller-Howard
Susanville CA: Notes From The Road by Susan Volchok