Featured Poem

from PPR Issue 4:

Miss Ice River

Jennifer Martelli


He signs: I saw her hooves. Signs: I crawled across the ice. Signs: rope.

His right hand warm with signs while the left strokes
the brown velvet fawn with chandelier crystals hanging from her pelt.

The smoke from his breath as he signs and the smoke from the snout
of the fawn who will not leave his hand or his side. Her apple eyes.

Smoke from their breaths across the river and under the bridge.
No sound: not his idling truck, nor the oaks’ crack, or the frozen lake’s cut.

Signs: I name her Miss Ice River. Signs: Farewell.