PoetryIssue 17 | March 2013

Late Summer

by Anina Robb

At thirteen, I stayed in the valley
with my Science teacher.
Her son lifted me onto his leaning moped.
He told me to hold him tight, but I already knew.

That summer I lived in the cow pond, 
on the porch, in the sunken kitchen,
pewter cool, and in the fields that swelled
farther than I could imagine.

I fell in love with Virginia. I fell
in love with the rail-fence
I climbed with her son, the way
his hands fell onto my hips, hoisted
me over the breach between
the house with all its locks
and the wild, wild meadows.

About the author

Anina Robb lives in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia with her husband and two neat kids. She earned an MFA from Sarah Lawrence College and has published poems in Nebo, Oatmeal and Poetry, and Rivendell.

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