Tag Archive: Poetry

2 Poems — Ellen Elder

Another Wedding Season –After Elif Batuman’s article “The Ice Renaissance” in the May 29, 2006 issue of The New Yorker St. Petersburg, 1740 It was so cold the brandy froze. Bats fell from… Continue reading

Two poems — Rachel Nagelberg

Do Androids Dream of Dick? I participate in the illusion  I have a credit card  I buy mostly organic  I’m paying back my student loans  some nights I experience  gaps  in the artifice— my pupils dilate  my belly shakes  ( my nervous… Continue reading

‘Merica — Peter Burzynski

Just thinking about the sheer un-tethered ferocity of your talons as you slam down from your rocky perch grabbing hold of a six-pack of infant rabbits and raining them down on the sleepy… Continue reading

Bamboo is green in every season Blue in memory — JoAnna Scandiffio

Isoda Okamura, the famed painter of courtesans remembered not what they wore as samurai approached them before the tea house door, but the sound of their voices, falling like snow birds, as they… Continue reading

Days of Wine and Anvils — Julie Wenglinski

He’s a psychiatrist for the astronauts with a cubist right eye that sees multiple views at once. He tells me the cellular tug of tension I feel is the delusion we all have… Continue reading

THE CHILDREN AT THE WEDDING #10 — Darren C. Demaree

Greasy lips & the kiss & the kiss & remnants of this & this swift Alabama trip. I’ve been home & I was already home & I don’t think I’ll ever wash my… Continue reading

New Wine in Old Wineskins — Kevin Brown

I make lists: books I’ve read movies watched a journal of who I have been what I will do, hypothetically poems I write and the journals that don’t want them (ever the pessimist,… Continue reading

unknown porn stars — Steven Teref

UNKNOWN PORN STAR (I) it matters little if at all the quality or creativity of the bookmark you make *** UNKNOWN PORN STAR (II) she must always leave to be plausible *** Steven… Continue reading

Azimuth — Jennifer Neely

When you think of sound as three dimensional On a plane with coordinates Cartesian: x, y, z, Perhaps then you can imagine your garden As the centre of a cacophonic sphere That stretches… Continue reading

Flowering Pear and Half-Moon (for Susan) — Taunja Thomson

I netted leaves and duckweed out of the pond, scooping, letting water run out, and walking into the field to dump the nutrient-rich debris on sparse grass hoping for a spring carpet worthy… Continue reading

3 Poems — Bradley J. Fest

2016.01 “It may just be that I am getting old and the future is already decided, but this relatively new rotting feels rather kinesthetically and digitally pleasurable, a kind of binary haptics laid… Continue reading

Versions of Heaven — Sheryl St. Germain

1 It’s the early nineties, we’re dancing alone in the house to a mix-tape I made of REM, my son’s small and we’re wild with music, which we’ve turned up loud: Calling on,… Continue reading