Poetry – Issue 32Rose of Sharon (or, Sonnet Missing Two Lines Because the Baby Has a Cold) Kate Lebo Not dead, not beautiful, not afire, this bush—so, no God. No alarms, either. In the heat its blooms hang like rags, tired as Mary’s first Christmas. The true pyre is west. . . .Please log in or subscribe to continue reading. Explore Related Work: Poetry – Issue 31•Ceres in the Burning Rainforest Anne Barngrover darkness now falls as little else does // the roof a potent symbol fires are not wildfires not // old-growth trees. . . . Poetry – Issue 28•Extinction, Laserpicium A. E. Stallings Consider silphium, extinguished flower, / Kin to the wild carrot, Queen Anne’s lace, / Fennel and dill, and rooted now no place. . . . Poetry – Issue 7Global Warming Maura Stanton He looks up from his magazine at the beach ball globe floating near the edge of the pool. The familiar pink and blue and yellow continents painted across turquoise seas look like harmless flowers. . . .