Tag Archive: Poetry

2 poems — Melissa Gordon

*** *** Melissa Gordon received her MFA from Western Connecticut State University. She is an Advisory Board member for the journal, Poor Yorick. Her poetry has been published in DMQ Review, Mom Egg… Continue reading

Pie Slice — Nancy Jentsch

19th-century glass filters pie slice of light between undrawn curtains – Shaker lemon – served up only on winter afternoons just before sun slips from sight. Monochrome stained glass warms my wall, late… Continue reading

Antlers — Sophie Paulette Jupillat & Jose Rivera

  “I’ve always wanted antlers” Now why would you say that daughter? When you’re older, you’ll think again. “I’ve always wanted antlers” you exclaim, Loping outside like a degenerate spirit. Long superb antlers… Continue reading

2 poems — Skip Fox

maybe and again within sound the soundless, without sound a darkening cacophony of need blots sky, blue thick with black of crow & the din of caws, black hinges pivoting in an air… Continue reading

2 Poems — Susan Slaviero

MALICE DOMESTIC We were in love with French poison. Both of us slept, locked in glass bottles. The house had manners, hysterical dreams, yellow daisies, rheumatic fevers. We were emerald, opalescent, water &… Continue reading

Plum Sea — Michael Robins

—for L. S. Klatt Despite beginning difficultly—                    Ideally inside speech’s sake, one need not dwell adrift, stopping now in conversation— Across the interstate dare my directions to a lavish house Need no return,… Continue reading

3 poems — Cat Dixon

When the waitress ties her hair back The cook watches her from his station. Her elbows stick out, twin guards beside her head. As she tugs her hair into place with a black… Continue reading

William Carlos Williams, Mechanical Vampire-Bird, Plays Vegas — Raul Clement

1.         So much depends on the neck of the swan. If you can wrap your hands around it and strangle the warmth, if you can butcher up the breastbone and laugh while it… Continue reading

The Color — Juanita Rey

When you see me flush my birth control pills down the toilet, then you can be concerned. Or if I peel the tangerine with the edge of my fingernail or dress up in… Continue reading

3 Poems — Fritz Ward

THE DOPPELGANGER’S POST-WEDDING PRIZE Room 12B (Where the Carnations Live a Week Longer than Anyone Intended) Half-way down the mountain,             Miss Gosh and Mister Solomon smooch in the midget room for the very… Continue reading

The One True Religion — Peter Davis

One trouble with one religion is this: It only wants to date the pretty girls and boys. This religion tends to say, Yes, I’ll go to the prom with you, but you better… Continue reading

radio, news — Naomi Buck Palagi

I.                                                                                                                   Imagine me sitting at a chipped laminate table,        an old farm house.        Legs slouched open under gray skirt.                          This morning I wasn’t even sad.                                                Imagine me sitting there as door to the living room                                                     bangs… Continue reading

Cannon River Meditation — Seth Berg

The river swells, takes on the color of arsenic and churning foam. Near the bank, there is a raft of ducks who pay the swell no mind; they gaze at me as though… Continue reading

3 poems — Okla Elliott

Imaginings in the Garden i. The Preparation Plow and I turn up the bone-dust and skin-rot of my own dead kin. Like breathing the theft of air in my lungs and blood On… Continue reading

2 poems — Jarita Davis

Grounding Her nightly walks began in June. The evening stars split the sky like white stigmata across the night. The air held still and cool and she looked for god in each step.… Continue reading

Flying Snake — Juliet Cook

Last month, I felt like I looked old and unattractive, but this month, I feel like I look like a young attractive snake. I know some people wouldn’t insert the words “young” and… Continue reading

Jack — Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois

Woke at 5 a.m. to take a neighbor to cataract surgery Dropped her off went to find a McDonald’s with Wi-Fi but found none between here and the Front Range just a Jack-in-the… Continue reading

A View of the Walk Home — Ben Meyerson

I The sidewalks are whittled down to thinned-out corridors that taper off and dip hackles into asphalt — ideal for sidling, smooth enough that they may as well be road themselves: I might… Continue reading