PoetryIssue 08 | February 2010

Summer is

by Cora Greenhill

not full here
she is dry and rattles
she is clawed.

She is burrs on my hem
the thorn in my sandal
the ant’s sting on my thigh.

She has engineered
an infinite variety
of husks:

an armoury
of carriage designs
hooked, toothed, and spiked.

There are gliders and spinners
pods sticky and smooth
parachutes, catapults

and ingenious explosive devices.
Her colonising will
is absolute.

Only the birds’ songs
are fluid
and they are merely collaborators.

I retreat to rub balm
on my unprotected legs

and then Marika appears
her arms full of apricots.

About the author

Widely travelled in Europe, Africa and USA, Cora Greenhill constantly returns to inspirational Crete. Her poems have appeared in The Interpreters House, Staple, and Tears in the Fence,  as well as anthologies. Read her book, Deep in Time (Dreadful Work Press, 1999).

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