Tag Archive: Poetry

Stone Collection — Keith Miller

1. Sweet hooky from potluck and hymnsing to trudge new snow into the gully, end of the glacier’s run. Under two miles of ice the land bowed, sprang in slow spring, is still… Continue reading

2 poems — Ronda Broatch

BEFORE THE STARS COME ON I INVESTIGATE DECAY Tonight only moon wrapped in gauze, crickets grinding the stone dark whatever they might be saying becomes erasure, past grit of things a madrona about… Continue reading

3 poems from 3… — Travis Macdonald

Author’s Note: π (pi or 3.14159etc.) is a transcendental number. This suggests, among other things, that no finite sequence of algebraic operations on integers (powers, roots, sums, etc.) can be equal to its… Continue reading

2 poems — Adam Tedesco & Juliet Cook

What is to be Done 1. At least your body will feed creatures in the soil. My breast milk is still dripping down for a dead baby. Your mind and its memory sink… Continue reading

2 Poems — Ace Boggess

Dracula                          Universal Pictures, 1931 Specter, shadow: Bela, I love how it’s music that moves you, & the women. Yet, you have wooed the last of my lovers with your stare that leads to… Continue reading

POSITS — Sandra Kohler

The back porch world thick and swampy, birdy. The hummingbird’s on the wire, a cardinal somewhere close. I need to fill the feeder, I need to walk, I need to solve the cryptic… Continue reading

7:32 AM — Tara Skurtu

I drive below the speed limit past businesses not yet open, a house with only one lit room, pastures of Black Angus grazing. I roll down the window, rest my elbow, lean my… Continue reading

Everything Sings — Cate Whetzel

You like the boxy bodies of the horses that tilt across the rug at vases full of red and green roses, the tiny triangles of the horses’ heads lowered to batter, their back… Continue reading

Shift Work — Lee Chilcote

After the kids go to sleep, I rinse the dishes, load them in the dishwasher and crawl into bed. Later, you’ll come downstairs after falling asleep in their beds, put the dishes away,… Continue reading

An Evening with Philip K. Dick — Jacob Borchardt

              “Watch,” Dick said as he pitched a penny onto the sidewalk though he spoke with a man’s voice, in the dream he wore a child’s face and it smiled from his teeth to… Continue reading

“Book of Secrets, Chapter 1, Page 7” — Coco Owen

(Shane Guffogg, oils, 2006)   “A courier came into the outer office with an urgent cable for my boss.” (Ellsberg, p. 7) Is a secret concealed in these layers of paint, these layers… Continue reading

untitled letter by Nhã Thuyên, trans. Kaitlin Rees

“untitled letter” first appeared in bilingual magazine AJAR issue 2, which is published in Hanoi. A few changes have been made from the original publication. thư không mưa đêm co thắt họng những… Continue reading

A Sacrificial Song for the Model Minority — Sophia E. Terazawa & Dylan Lowry

*** Sophia E. Terazawa is a poet and performance artist. A witness at the crossroads. Her work appears in As[I]Am, Kalyani Magazine, As/Us, and other journals. Dylan Lowry makes films. He is currently working… Continue reading

from THE SINGING GERUNDS — Stephanie Anderson

04.22.14 Noodle soup for breakfast & pan flutes he tells me his early sightings hot & hotter today new bites on my knees moon on blue like a stray slip of cloud sheets… Continue reading

Lemon Power — Mary Langer Thompson

It’s one of those fruits you can’t take by itself, can’t even lick its acidic tartness and tanginess with- out puckering. It’s a team player only, and for more than lemonade. Remember the… Continue reading

2 poems — Teresa Mei Chuc

FAMILY after the war in Vietnam, boat refugees When they woke up in the morning, all that was left was the skeleton. The bones of the father. His flesh, not already eaten by… Continue reading

Embody by P.K., trans. Kaitlin Rees

“Embody” first appeared in bilingual magazine AJAR issue 2, which is published in Hanoi. A few changes have been made from the original publication.   Hóa thân Hắn mắc phải một chứng bệnh… Continue reading

Tripping in Vietnam — Susan Fealy

(i) Saigon In Saigon, water is omnipresent; it saturates the air, travelling down Saigon River feels more like entering the sea. It smells of rain. After rain, lacquered altars on the footpaths seem… Continue reading