Melissa Green’s poem in this issue is drawn from the collection she has just completed, Daphne in Mourning. She is also the author of another book of poems, The Squanicook Eclogues. (July 2001)


Daphne in Mourning

Palm fronds have woven out the sky. Fog has infiltrated every vein. My hair has interlaced with vines. Cobwebs lash their gauze across my eyes. I’ve stood so since the world began, and turned almost to stone some years ago. Who passes …