A Poem by Laura Washburn

Moon Smoke

In the high southwest
beyond the cankering oak
above the third floor’s roof
between chimney and branches
I watch an oblate moon
fidget behind wisps of smoke
from the witch’s campfire.
Folks are tossing dust
into the coals; the smoke
rises like windswept clouds.
Somewhere a woman is dancing
in iron-hot shoes. She
is going to escape,
and the bright moon fades.

This poem will appear in our Editor-in-Chief’s new collection, The Book of Stolen Images (Meadowlark Books, 2023).

Editor-in-Chief Laura Lee Washburn is the Director of Creative Writing at Pittsburg State University in Kansas, and the author of This Good Warm Place: 10th Anniversary Expanded Edition (March Street) and Watching the Contortionists (Palanquin Chapbook Prize). Her poetry has appeared in such journals as TheNewVerse.News, Carolina Quarterly, Ninth Letter, The Sun, and Valparaiso ReviewHarbor Review’s chapbook prize is named in her honor. The Book of Stolen Images is in the publisher’s hands today and can be purchased from Meadowlark Books.


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