Yesterday

By Robert Beveridge   Wrapped in each other's arms we each whispered “I don't want to leave you” at the same time so now, twenty-four hours and three hundred miles later I stare at the picture you pressed into my hand and try to believe you're here beside me on the couch as I write …

Poems by Robert Beveridge

COMPEL   Let your voice wrap me in the cool compress of wonderment. It damps my brow, washes fever into runoff traps.   It is what you ask, and what, for you, I do.   HOW MANY HEARTS HAVE YOU BROKEN?   Leather on the tongue, luggage strap whose taste masks the herbs beneath. Roasted, …