The poems below were chosen as “Best Poems” and excerpted from the two most recent issues of the Aurorean. Potential submitters can get a good feel for the kinds of poetry we publish by reading these poems, and by being familiar with our journal as a whole.

Re Frost
“Nature’s first green is gold”

Or bronze, copper, claret, carmine,
chartreuse, coral, melon,
colors beyond naming,
glows and glims and blushes
pipetted out of dark chambers
into new ferments and brews,
insinuated into air
through snakeskin branch and twig
as coyly as newborn angelwings.

Then, and then,
as hour falls from hour,
gleams and gilts drain away,
pendant leaves slope toward green,
babyskin to silk,
to scrim,
to percale,
and overnight to
green taffeta matronhood,
smugly drinking sunlight.

So summer tides away.
Tired as dust, green fails
to amber, russet, ochre, tarnished gold.
Tired as time, dying leaves unclasp,
side-slip to earth.
There, in final grace,
they yield themselves to water,
leach umber underground,
where slow, hidden combustion
simmers next year’s gold.

—by Nicholas La Para, from Fall/Winter 2016–2017


Power Lines

I look right,
then left.

I wonder
if they hum
all the way
to the sea.

What small pockets
of light they turn on
in the wild night.

How if I pulled
the car over
and rode the current
of my desire
to its end,

I would never
find out how far
that spark
our fingers
could go.

—by Gus Peterson, from Spring/Summer 2016