by Minerva Rising Contributor | Sep 18, 2015 | The Keeping Room
The thermometer on my back porch reads 95 or maybe 98 or perhaps even 100. I don’t know as I can’t see the dial from my perch aboard the Ocean Endeavor as the ice-hardened ship eases into a fjord on Canada’s east coast. I’ve escaped the heat and humidity of...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Sep 11, 2015 | The Keeping Room
Market In gray light between dawn and day, before drudges arrive at their towering hives, before crowds of tourists trudge the farmers market aisle, flowers come to the city in trucks. Men in aprons, women in kerchiefs, receive buckets of dahlias, stock,...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Sep 4, 2015 | The Keeping Room
It’s ninety-five degrees and the car windows are down. I can feel the skin of my shoulder and arm burning no matter how much sunscreen I apply. The road is a bright zipper splitting my past and present: eastern Washington and childhood; western...
by Emily Shearer | Aug 31, 2015 | Staff Blog
Meet Erin Elizabeth Smith. To shake hands with this sassafras, bad-ass, Southern-fine chicken rancher/ college professor/ Sundress Academy for the Arts director/ Managing Editor of Sundress Publications and The Wardrobe AND Minerva Rising’s 2016 Poetry Chapbook...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Aug 14, 2015 | The Keeping Room
The Letter Last Thursday, I received a longed-for gift: a letter from my dearest friend, she who had called me her ‘other half’. As I eagerly opened the envelope, impersonal in its typewritten formality, my eyes flew to the familiar sprawling signature...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Aug 8, 2015 | The Keeping Room
Cronelight? Cronelight. But crones are haggard old creatures with no teeth and hooked noses. Crones, dear heart, are ‘mischievous, cantankerous women’ – Shorter Oxford Dictionary. And if you look a little harder, sweetpea, you’ll see ‘withered...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Jul 31, 2015 | The Keeping Room
Modern Minotaurs The labyrinth at Crete was a mansion, its expansive hallways winding each after the other – yet it had only one exit. The Nachusa Grasslands of western Illinois fill 3,500 acres – huge fields of native foxglove and clover – fenced...
by Emily Shearer | Jul 28, 2015 | Staff Blog, Uncategorized
Here’s a twist. Since I’m always reading and editing YOUR poetry, how’s about you edit mine this time? Here’s a rough, rough draft of a long poem I scribbled down last night around 2 am. To give you a little backstory: I live in the Czech...
by Lindsey Grudnicki | Jul 27, 2015 | Staff Picks
Reviewed by Lindsey Grudnicki “When Riley’s brother, Desmond, asked, ‘Why did Riley die?’ I wrote a poem.” – Chanel Brenner It is not every day that I read a collection of poems that lays bare to me the writer’s soul. It is not every day that I read a...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Jul 25, 2015 | The Keeping Room
Making Bread, New Year’s Day For Tim Shaped like a brain, warm as the flesh of those soft responsive hidden oases for hands (euphemism for buttocks, belly, breasts), the supple dough, culmination of formula and feel— of call of water waking yeast from...
