Category: Poetry

  • New Side A Poem by Annalisa Hansford: “Last Night, I Had a Nightmare That My Elementary School, Along with My Childhood Memories, Caught on Fire”

    New Side A Poem by Annalisa Hansford: “Last Night, I Had a Nightmare That My Elementary School, Along with My Childhood Memories, Caught on Fire”

    Last Night, I Had a Nightmare That My Elementary School, Along with My ChildhoodMemories, Caught on Fire Golden Shovel of “Televangelism” by K-Ming Chang A few hours ago, I dreamt of my childhood burning in prayers. When noone was looking, grief lit a match behind my elementary school. Oneghost licked the place until it smoked…

  • Poetry for Haunted Passages: “The Deer Girls” by Janet McAdams

    Poetry for Haunted Passages: “The Deer Girls” by Janet McAdams

    The sisters wear white doeskin dresses and moccasins quilled and beaded, not by their own hands, but by old ladies with fingers toughened by a hundred punctures. They’ll dance through the soles in a single night. This tale has need of a clever young man to find the valley where the twelve sisters go every…

  • Two Poems for Flavor Town USA by Anne Panning

    Two Poems for Flavor Town USA by Anne Panning

    The Butter Principle Life is like cold, hard butter. A pebble in your shoe.A stubborn child who won’t release the Snicker bar inthe checkout line. An axe to grind against the iceberg. But.How about that shy, self-deprecating toast burnt black? Theknife hacks away at like it a he-man. But. Cold butter standsup for the underdog.…

  • Side A: Kristina Andersson Bicher Reads Poems from Marie Lundquist’s I walk around gathering up my garden for the night

    Side A: Kristina Andersson Bicher Reads Poems from Marie Lundquist’s I walk around gathering up my garden for the night

    Situating Marie Lundquist Lundquist’s taut, image-driven, aphoristic poems speak in a contemporary voice but nonetheless offer clarity and stillness in a frenetic world. With a gimlet eye, Lundquist considers the essential mysteries of memory, childhood, love, longing, and existence. While the emotional terrain explored is intense, devastating even, Lundquist’s tone remains at arms-length. The voice…

  • Side A List Poem: “Palm Oil by Any Other Name …” by Kyle Heger

    Side A List Poem: “Palm Oil by Any Other Name …” by Kyle Heger

    Acetylated monoglyceridesAlkylamidopropyl betaine​Alkyl alcoholAlkyl betaineAlkyl ether sulfate ​ Alkyl polyglucoside aluminium myristateAluminium palmitateAluminium stearateAluminum dimyristateAluminum isostearatesAmmonium laureth sulphateAmmonium lauryl sulphateAnionic and non-anionic surfactantsArachamide meaAscorbyl palmitateAscorbyl stearateAzelaic acidBehentrimonium methosulphateBeta caroteneBrassica alcoholBTMSButyl myristateButyl stearateButyl stearate IPMCalcium lactylateCalcium oleyl lactylateCalcium stearateCalcium stearoyl lactylateCAPBCapric triglycerideCaprylic acidCaprylic triglycerideCapryloyl glycineCaprylyl glycolCarboxylic acid soapCaroteneCeteareth mbsfl laurethulanate ​Ceteareth mbhe laurethulanate​Cetearyl alcoholCetearyl ethylhexanoteCetearyl glucosideCetearyl isononanoateCeteth-20Ceteth-24Cetostearyl alcoholCetrimonium…

  • Poetry: Four Sonnets by Brendan Lorber

    Poetry: Four Sonnets by Brendan Lorber

    I believe in science and also Who gets closer the further they get?         Everyone         believes in science and alsowhy time calls itself a spell        The magic of returning to morning consciousnessis that we do        when the reason we do        is super unavailable       until much later       and is often the answer      a spider trapped in larger spider’s…

  • Original Poem: “A Message to Meg, from the Dead of Night” by Joe O’Brien

    Original Poem: “A Message to Meg, from the Dead of Night” by Joe O’Brien

    I’m texting you this anachronisticpainting of our favorite TV characterto remind us what memories feel like I’m following this feed where they mash up old Simpsons gagswith other old Simpsons gags and then mash those up with Sopranos quotesso I might wring every last droplet of joy that I canfrom whatever I can still wrap…

  • A Surreal Prose Poem for Haunted Passages: “Split” by Sayantani Roy

    A Surreal Prose Poem for Haunted Passages: “Split” by Sayantani Roy

    I never get used to this city being stretched and stretched like elastic. New constructions every day. Streets that were open and wide, now like canyons. The sun glinting off and dying on boxy buildings. Everything looks the same. America the bland. Every day I leave my box and return to it. The only green…

  • Flavor Town USA Poetry: “Cravings,” an original sonnet by Molly McGrane

    Flavor Town USA Poetry: “Cravings,” an original sonnet by Molly McGrane

    Torn from the ashes we haveold women come to remind us that skinny looks good in dresses but not onfaces. Die with a naked mole rat visage or die of diabetes with a #7 double.In junior high I ate cheese until grease dripped with my tears down my chins. Retirement will hide the animalistic tendencies…