The Rail
Fiction, nonfiction, and poetry from our favorite emerging writers
Dear Readers, We were so excited and overwhelmed by the poems we received for our upcoming Mundane Joys anthology that we had to share a few on The Rail! This week brings us a sweet ode to simple afternoons, from poet and photographer Ronda Broatch. Mundane Joys celebrates the less-obvious triumphs of every day life. Each copy comes with a custom Derailleur Press tea blend and seed paper to grow a garden of your own. Visit our store to reserve yours today! Happy reading! - Derailleur Press What I Do Some Days Afternoons, the weight of fog falls away. Robins fuss over a nest of open mouths, cushioned in moss and lichen. As I walk, warning trills drift over violets, spill notes simple, lilting. I won’t pare the vines snaking up our entryway, and anyway who would deny a home in kiwi leaves? We, their observers, measure sadness, one fig fewer than last year’s yield. We’re one part muscle, one part risk, our wrists tattooed in fragmented poetry. While I wait for the day to gather up her vapor, I stand beneath their busy chirping nest holding my joy, my ravenous camera Ronda Piszk Broatch, poet and photographer, author of Lake of Fallen Constellations, (MoonPath Press, 2015), Shedding Our Skins, (Finishing Line Press 2008), and Some Other Eden, (Finishing Line Press, 2005). rondabroatch.com
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