Category: Poetry

Micah Zevin: Two Poems from The Future

Personification: Extinction Chronicles Can we make more happen than burning to the groundand tears? Become a disappearing collection in the noble library ofnoble thoughts and concepts shelved. Have you ever said you’ve run out of yourself? The ego is a regal thing but has no crown. I am in a rush not to slip into…
“The Light to Our Worship”: A Poem from The Future by Armando Jaramillo Garcia

Vertical farming is coming The rain will grow your hair back Friends will be a dime-a-dozen Real ones will still be scarce Floods will balloon the bodies of thoughts Only science may prick to disastrous results And from that they’ll gather the seeds For their machines which will sting to touch Kites will bishop the…
The Future: Two Poems by Chris Muravez

The Art of Dying We are all walking around,smelling like apocalypse—a fleshy earth musknot unlike summer squash.I’ve been accused of beinga nature poet, a religious poet,but I know nothing of naturenor religion. New York City is already underwater,the Brooklyn Bridge washed away.I’m not sad that I never got to visit.During the time of earth’s unmaskingtwo…
Poetry from The Future: “I am amputated on the edge of this black hole” by Jayme Russell

my singularityinjected wet wearmakes me robotichand flexingfeel the mechanicalbrain feedbackif I grab you tightlyI can feel youeven though I don’t have youjust like I am realyou are realrewiring to adjust for new appendagesplug into the networklearn new tasksimprove my understandinga radical alteration Jayme Russell is the author of two chapbooks: PINKification (dancing girl press, 2017)…
Two Poems by Joanna C. Valente

I’m Tired of Men Telling Me They’re Afraid I’m Going to Write about Them It isn’t a dreamwhen you wake up with snakeswrithing over you your body like a gardena bed of leaves and ivy so twisted and overgrownand full of dirt, dry and barren that you are woken up again as a beasta womana…
Collaborative Poetry: “In a Late Stage” by Tony Mancus & CL Bledsoe

In a Late Stage It’s not a question of outrunningthe bear; it’s a questionof perfectly seasoning the salmon. A man with no hair and a bagfull of herbs is slightly lessdangerous than a clutch of piranha. The equation starts with a soundunlike thunder, someone screamingnumbers into a small bowl. Arrange them just right, and you’ll…
Three Disaster Movies from The Future: Poems by Lucas Pingel

Disaster Movie At the edge of the locust storm our toes Make a quiet music a prayer for broken Wings go further than the natural cadence A new word to signal an unplanned spring We remember it as holy another way Our knuckles speak to one another Walls once smooth and white pages Once smooth…
Ryan Mills: “Poem”

Then his pancakes come and I’m likePlease leave the flowers—and really, after his question(“have you ripped a big one lately?”)I see he’s a one-trick pony.A tiny glass vase centers our table Then his pancakes come and I’m likeHow could anybody masturbate to Slaughterhouse-Five?My Aunt the Grandmanever put on a belt herself, how awkward!the dancing. Then…
Poetry: Three EVP Recording Sessions by Lauren Brazeal Garza

EVP Recording Session #1: The Original Poltergeist Recalls “I moseyed to the lifeless party late, buried my shock under my skirts just like a garter. —Wait. I never moved or carried anything. No clothing in the great beyond. It’s tailored: each unpleasant underworldly task. Our assignment was forgetting all that’s physical. No body danced, I…