Tag Archive: Poetry

2 Poems — C. Derick Varn

ALIENATION “Psychosis is an attempt at rigor… I am psychotic for the simple reason that I have always tried to be rigorous” — Jacques Lacan A woman once asked me: “Do you believe… Continue reading

2 Poems — Sheryl St. Germain

PAINTING AN APPLE You are trying to learn to do with a brush what you have always done with words. It’s humbling, because a brush is not a pen, and you don’t yet… Continue reading

Looking for a Lifeguard? Ours Walks on Water! — Kevin Brown

Cerulean blue, over-chlorinated neighborhood pool, the first full day of summer vacation, and my sister saves me from drowning. My mother told me to avoid the part of the pool three times as… Continue reading

“Step toward her from all the places you could walk to in your country’s remotest reach” — Caroline Morrell

Step toward her from all the places you could walk to in your country’s remotest reach  This must be the place: Old forest open Even the woman he calls Batool goes far to… Continue reading

Three Poems — Alex Vartan Gubbins

In Gyumri Find the earth’s earliest moldings & you’ll knee-buckle, caps to ground where a clod spreads the wet beyond the epidermis of sorrow to the tendon you exhausted bending down to her… Continue reading

ONCE … — Mariam Tsiklauri, Translated by Manana Matiashvili

Originally published in Georgian in Mariam Tsiklauri’s book White Calves (2011) published by Pegasi. 1. ეძღვნება იმათ, ვინც ერთხელ მაინც შემაყვარა თავი ამქვეყნად და ჩემ ლურჯ ცაზე დღის თეთრ მთვარედ მოსჩანან მზეშიც. 2.… Continue reading

2 Poems — Tim Kahl

Khachkars After all the Arabs left the Ararat plain and the cathedrals conspired to still the faith of those who remained, the sign of the cross is chiseled into stone. It rests on… Continue reading

In the Shadows of History — Neval Pektas

We are 35, the same age you will be when you see our pictures in a book. You will want to unearth our common history to learn why our hair is parted every… Continue reading

WONDERFUL YEAR — Thomas Osatchoff

Through our lens gravity goes so poof: history’s rewritten again. Just give me a second then this is really strong belief. Sobor churches are prisms splitting sunlight. We’ll get some value from all… Continue reading

3 Poems — Amorak Huey

ROSE RED TRIES TO REMEMBER A TIME BEFORE WINTER Winter began the first time I lied to my mother. The first night I pretended to sleep as my sister sneaked out, the first… Continue reading

The Answer To Your Question Is, “Nostalgic For” — Cal Freeman

the digital games that gave us the sensation that as time passed something was at stake, for those afternoons in the half story, wet plaster walls bathed in blue cathode ray tube light,… Continue reading

2 Poems — Ace Boggess

POLITICS Students argue at the table nearest mine. You should vote for that guy or that guy, or maybe a woman, they say in turn. The one decked out in camouflage tells the… Continue reading