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Three Poems with Fire

The Editor2026-07-10T18:06:21-04:00July 10, 2026|

These poems from the Stone Circle archive explore fire any at three very different scales. Ash falls from the air and covers the trees, a beachcomber cranks the radio and mourns, and a wedding dress becomes a beacon.

After the Fires

by Lynne Ellis

They thought
the orange moon could sing
their travel story—they’d driven clasp-handed

across the burning hills, as smoking trees stood
still by the highway side.

Live Inside the Burn

by Edie Meade

No one wanted this. I wish we could repay the pipers with beach. Still,
container ships, quilted like shanty towns, wash to blue in the distance
and the shells look like Lee Press-Ons lost in struggle. A gorgeous crime scene.

To the Woman Whose Charred Wedding Dress I Found in a Sandy Ravine

by Paula Brown

The sun this morning found a hem of beads somewhere beneath white satin.
What was left after the smoldering: a jeweled bodice, seared tufts of desert grass.

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Three Poems About Mothers

The Editor2026-07-08T21:59:04-04:00June 21, 2026|

These three poems from the Stone Circle archive explore the mother/child bond — a mother teaches her child to write, a daughter watches her mother grow old, and a mother oils and braids her daughter’s hair.

Mother Verse

by Isabella Mori

Write one verse, then another, a daisy chain of little white words with a sun inside.
Like my mother made.

A mother teaching her child to write — and the long, complicated afterlife of that gift.

My mother’s body in old age

by Gail Zing

her wide surprise
jarred by the mirror’s stranger again and again, was that
me, a stupefied bystander

A daughter sees her own future in the mirror of her aging mother.

On Our Living Room Floor, My Mother Tries to Forgive Me

by Arushee Bhoja

Hands reach to hair
to hands to mother to daughter to daughter
to child.

The same tenderness passed hand to hand — grandmother to mother to daughter.

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