Category: Poetry

Poetry for Flavor Town USA: “A Love Letter to My Emotionally-Intelligent Air Fryer” by Anne Panning

Everyone said Goodwill will soon be flooded with you and your ilk. Butlast night I snuggled four frozen ovals of cheese bread inside your dark chamber. As if putting kids down for naps. Shh. When I tucked them intoyour warm, safe cave, your darkness held them tenderly. You melt the cheese to perfect brown freckles…
Laurie Price for Side A: Two Poems

Star Shining to get to the trees.Of light, of exact evening.A crescent whistles, scissorsin a narrow path. A long transitpasses at night pluckingat its verges. Who goes there?Who? Who gets to seam insidewith its out? A white lily like a talisman. Its light. Planted a little, partlyblack or walled—or buried. Justnot there in the dark,…
Two Poems for Haunted Passages by B. Anne Kalicki

Treno verso nord To the left a climbing sea, there and far,the cry grew only direction.A loose refrain of granite and supposed forms,under every movement.Hear the exact skies, a journeyed breathtuning to chicory, no questionor wild gladiolus, just tracing,never decided.I am real, after all, prima donnasaid gravely as her spotlight. Ponte del Diavolo and hilltopscast no…
New Poetry: “Stature” by Albert Hwang

When I was eleven I made a statueof my grandfather. My teachersaid we could pick anyone.Most of the boys picked quarterbacks. I painted his hair whitebecause I didn’t have gray.I asked my teacherhow to do his skin.She said, “Yellowlike you.” I lookedat my own handconfused. How did she knowwhat my last name 黃 meant? Something…
Five Poems by Jenny Grassl for Haunted Passages

These poems are based on my engagement with The Thunder, Perfect Mind: a poem written by an unknown woman from Egypt in the fourth century. Pagan and Christian ideas were merging and transforming in the divinities of the goddess Isis and Virgin Mary at this time. The epigraphs are taken from the Egyptian poem, and…
New Poetry: “How to Help” by Kim D. Bailey

When momma cooked supper I washedthe dishes, while my sister dried, caressingthem like a crystal ball, and we sawour unmapped futures.Babies are made this way, we clenchour teeth hold our breath hope for more, sometimesless. We got what we prayed for, morethan we expected.Momma can’t wash the dishes anymore.We wring our hands, howl at windmills, feelthe earth fall upon…
Original Poetry by Britt Bustos: “If I Were a Scientist”

would’ve made foaming volcanoes instead of tri-fold book blurbs at sixth-grade state-mandated science fairs. I would propose hypotheses on how much anxiety affects comorbidity with eating disorders, the same way I feel when chewing thin split nails could be the way I crave seaweed-stained fingers in between my teeth. holding back coughs searching for…
Poetry from the Future: “A Wave” by Jared Sagar

Sometimes a whole year slips by. Verity said the Inuit died as ice closed around their meat-holes. There is always skin, skin on ruins, trawls in chlorine. I wave moronically at widow peaks, a window’s orange fire, at bone receding cringe, pink telluric kids inspecting jetsam in the illusional pool. My reptilian friend, welcome, can…
New Side A Prose Poetry: “A Meditation on Birds and Other Things After Watching It Was Just an Accident” by Sarah Dickenson Snyder

A Meditation on Birds and Other Things After Watching It Was Just an Accident I know very little about Iran, and yet there are familiar crow sounds in the beginning of the movie where cars dart on busy roads and one man digs a dusty grave in the desert. Nothing feels safe there. Crows squawk…