Category: Poetry

“The Snowy Owl,” a poem by Tara Campbell

The snowy owl said to the sad little girlI can send more love your way;the snowy owl said to the lonely girlI can give you a reason to play. The snowy owl said to the nervous young womanI can solve your problems, dear;the snowy owl said to the fearful young womanI can sweep your worries…
Flavor Town USA Poetry: “Michelin Star Stool” by Adam Berlin

Le Cirque’s maitre d’leads us past candelabrasdripping wax on polishedcornucopias, mostly Dionysian grapes. He pulls chairs, takes menus tuckedunder his tuxedoed sleeve, hands themto Steiner’s (on his wrista Patek Phillippe) party of eight. The M&A sharkwith the stuffed bellyquestions me,his ex-secretary’s boyfriend on subjectshe knows well,severally:Marriage.Children.Time.Get rid of him, histhree-martinipronouncementto her. He’s old(he’s dead now)…
Three Poems from The Future: Josh Fomon

Our human shores Absence makes of me a skeletal transmission. A future silence hummed into the ether. In a fog of salt, the marsh blesses the morning. Reflects all our history, our inhuman attempt at living, the sentimental idea of power. We see nothing until it reveals itself or we seek out how far we…
Avery Gregurich: Two Poems for Flavor Town USA

The Recipe Said When Picking Rhubarb, Red or Green Would Doafter Ted Kooser head to walt’s house north of the casino, checking your rearviewoften for any hangerson eager for the whereabouts of the last goodrhubarb of the season. greet walt with bottom shelf rum in exchange for the rhubarb. accept when he pours some in…
Six Poems by milagro moreno

Forgery in a Red DressAfter Safia Elhillo i forge a dark purple down the curve of my lip a river my tongue crosses a lisp that bobs for breath i forge a blue wing above the fat of my eyes a checkpoint i cross blind i want to believe if i forge a blade down…
Terri Drake: Five Poems

Legend She offered her bodyas the world’s terrain.The smooth skin and the scars. She closed the curtainsand put a finger to her lips. She baked breadso we wouldn’t have to live on air. She made of the earth a giftand placed it at our feet. She sent out the dogs as sentinels.They came home to…
“There Is No Answer to the Simplicity of Weather,” a collaborative poem by Leigh Chadwick & Mitchell Nobis

My dreams are nothing but a wall of owls. I wake up all eyes and twisted thumbs. The birds are back in pre-dawn spring. I’m stuck in an alarm clock of sweetness and tweets as the river pushes heavy with dead winter and trash. Benches are free unless you’re poor. I think about church, but…
Six Poems by A. Martine

i have my own problems i stop telling everyone i’m a good listener people profess they miss mebefore i clock the sentiment i askwhat did you losewhat is wrongwhat is it from me that you need i’m sorrygoodwill has again done a number on mei don’t want to take or be taken care ofi want…
Bad Survivalist: Three Poems by Ryan Clinesmith

Apocalypse I ——An apocalypse is an enzyme of separation, salt turned sugar, apples oxidizing, blue death, survival as the catalyst to enjoying sunsets, closing your eyes in a Mecca-crowd, a 42nd-St-New-Year’s-Eve crowd, closing your eyes only after looking around to see you are the crowd—— or it’s the time, a block before we got back…