Summer 2009

Table of Contents - Vol. V, No. 2


Poetry    Essays    Translations    Fiction   

Janet Butler


Plane crash

Rains mist a gray day
and vapors seep
from dark worlds

They breathe thin ghosts
from nether places,
their chaotic dins dulled
by hard strokes of rain
beating swollen streets to submission.

The lightest breath of burnt things
heats the air.
Life flows on, unaware
of shadows, gathering,
waiting there.


© Janet Butler



Poetry    Essays    Translations    Fiction   

Website Copyright © 2009 by Loch Raven Review.

Copyright Notice and Terms of Use: This website contains copyrighted materials, including, but not limited to, text, photographs, and graphics. You may not use, copy, publish, upload, download, post to a bulletin board. or otherwise transmit, distribute, or modify any contents of this website in any way, except that you may download one copy of such contents on any single computer for your own personal non-commercial use, provided you do not alter or remove any copyright, poet, author, or artist attribution, or any other proprietary notices.