The Hospital Window

by | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry

The Hospital Window by James L. Dickey I have just come down from my father. Higher and higher he lies Above me in a blue light Shed by a tinted window. I drop through six white floors And then step out onto pavement. Still feeling my father ascend, I start to cross...

The Leap

by | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry

This issue’s special feature is in honor of the gifted poet James Dickey, who left us earlier this year to become the poet laureate of heaven, where his words belong. The Leap by James Dickey The only thing I have of Jane MacNaughtonIs one instant of a...

The Bee

by | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry

THE BEE BY JAMES DICKEY To the football coaches of Clemson College, 1942 One dot Grainily shifting we at roadside and The smallest wings coming along the rail fence out Of the woods one dot of all that green. It now Becomes flesh-crawling then the quite still Of...