Category: Poetry

Two Poems from The Future: Lauren Camp

Into Sleep I Sang the Destruction Sleep crowned my childhoodwith dreams ravenous to show me the magnifiedunderside of logic. When I changed into bed, the mindrode on and unfolded. I deranged many actionsfrom my simple-nickeled life.Everything I knew swoopedthose dark mental corridors. And so I wentalong for the tangle, the hingedcommandments and stretching murmur.I hunted…
Bad Survivalist: Three Little Things by Leigh Chadwick

Skinny Kids Skinny kids touching light with their tongues pressed against the sun. Skinny kids with half their teeth gone. Skinny kids with an assembly line of ribs and souls and hearts and sometimes lungs, and mostly always earlobes. Skinny kids watching a dodo run a lemming off a cliff. Skinny kids with half their…
J Pascutazz: Three Poems from The Future

Is There Life for Us Outside the Dome City? The dome sky blackened like her mood ringleaving precious few hours for the sundialto shadow a number. Time to blow the conchand gather together the herdThey’ll stand like statues in a sanctuaryuntil they’re all mossy and patinated She was glad to take off her forest-green patinaAnd…
“I want a new car, I told you.” a Side A prose poem by Hannah Grieco

I want a new car, I told you. but what I want is to smash the windows of our minivan, to take the chainsaw out of the shed, to push the ignition and hear it sputter and forget for a moment how to run before coming to life, to feel it growl in my hands,…
Side A Poem: “Indigo Froth” by Benjamin Niespodziany

Indigo Frothfor Boris Vian It’s an old robe story. Old folktale. Woman surrounds herself with flowers and dies. Petals wilt. Plates squirm. Mounds gather a mattress of warmth. Acorns made for testing. When she dies, her blood is paper. Here’s some money back, the director replies. The sky is cardboard. Like in the flickers. He…
Side A Video Poem: Catherine Heard & Gary Barwin’s THE MOST CHARMING CREATURES

Music was created by Barwin using Max/MSP programming language abstracting the recording of the spoken text into a haunting soundworld of ambiguous time, measured by the subterranean sound of a beating heart. Mini-interview with Catherine Heard & Gary Barwin HFR: Can you share a moment that has shaped you as collaborators (or continues to)? GB:…
Side A Poem: “A Power or Ability of the Kind Possessed by Superheroes” by Kathleen Rooney

A Power or Ability of the Kind Possessed by Superheroes If death is a specter that devours everything, then making friends with death would be a good superpower. What if you had a superpower but it was really banal, like the ability to beat anybody in the world at checkers? My meditation teacher, June, probably…
Anton Pooles: Three Poems for Haunted Passages

He Did Not Listen Now his bones are neatly displayedon a table like a museum piece. “They shine like hard boiled eggs,”his Mother says proudly. Then her tone darkens,“put them back where you found them— let them be a warning to alldisobedient children.” The Creature Beneath the Porch Knock on wood. It followsas I pace…
Haunted Passages: “Swamp Thing Explains How Time Passes in the Middle of Dueling Crises,” a poem by Jack B. Bedell

It’s never a matter of value. When I’m standing at the edge of the cypress grove looking over the coastline, I can tell it’s receding, inching back into the swamp. No doubt the water’s rising. It’ll drown us all. Eventually. It’ll lick away every piece of swamp I stand on. But it’ll do it with…