Barbara Daniels – 1 poem


Workers in glowing fluorescent shirts
mow and whack weeds. You and I
grab branches and roots to stop

our slide down a rutted path, juniper
seed cones like blue beads, years
counting down, too little time

to watch swallows drink on the wing,
like us in a hurry, stuffing insects
in wide open mouths of their young,

then gone again, hunting. I never know
when it’s the last walk, the last mosquito
tasting me. You say you admire God’s

excess, the surplus of ants, for example.
Boundless clouds. Noon rushes toward us.
A cardinal whistles sweet sweet sweet.

There’s barely time for our own lunch,
yellow mangos, Baldwin apples, sweet
cherries, juice on our fingers and lips.



Barbara Daniels’ book Rose Fever was published by WordTech Press and her chapbooks Black Sails, Quinn & Marie, and Moon Kitchen by Casa de Cinco Hermanas Press. Her poetry has appeared in Prairie Schooner, Mid-American Review, and many other journals. She received three Individual Artist Fellowships from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts.


Welcome to Bindweed Online 2019!

Bindweed Online 2019 - Richard Havenga.JPGHappy new year and welcome to Bindweed Online 2019! This year, Bindweed will continue publishing poetry and fiction on the Bindweed Magazine homepage and listing it under the Bindweed Online 2019 archive, in the same way Bindweed Magazine Issues 1-8 and Bindweed Anthology 2018: Devil’s Guts appeared. However, the new format for 2019 will see work published primarily online. If time and resources allow, there may be a print anthology at a later date.

The publication schedule will be flexible and on a rolling basis. So keep those submissions coming and look out for some great poetry and fiction coming up.

Leilanie and Joseph 🍃

Victoria Doerper – 1 poem

Wu Tong Triolet

I sip on lukewarm coffee.
The sky outside is flat grey.
The Wu Tong has no flowers for me.
I sip on lukewarm coffee,
Remembering purple blooms swelling the tree
When everything was different than today.
I sip on lukewarm coffee.
The sky outside is flat grey.




Victoria Doerper writes poetry, memoir, and nonfiction from her home in the Pacific Northwest. Her poems can be found in Clover, Cirque, These Fragile Lilacs, and The Plum Tree Tavern. Her prose appears in Orion magazine.

Glenn Ingersoll – 1 poem

Enveloped by hurricanes’ thinking elephant


The bridge empties.

He pulls back his shadow, and sees a way to slip through.

The coffee is shot through with gold and with shouts.

I am finally awake.


Some achievements require more negotiations with indifferent agencies.

Precisely at 1:14.

Drip drip drip. For the sake of a shared enterprise!

Read one inch of book.


No more elephants. The mirrors go gray.

In the glass a pained sigh’s powdery residue.

The river makes its quota of fences.

My bicycle leans rusting, locked, yours spins in the circus under acrobats.






Glenn Ingersoll works for the Berkeley Public Library in California where he hosts Clearly Meant, a reading & interview series. He has two chapbooks, City Walks (broken boulder) and Fact (Avantacular). He keeps two blogs, LoveSettlement and Dare I Read. Recent work has appeared in concis, Mannequin Haus, and The Opiate.