Category: Poetry

Poetry: “Holiday Advisory” by Jude Marr

A Christmas candle is still a candle if you light it any other day. When the power goes out, a candle gives off enough light to let a person feel they still exist. A candle is always dangerous. Strike a match. The smallest spark is potential conflagration. A cigarette can be Christmas if you spray…
Poetry & Art Sequence: “Big Enough to Step Inside” by Xan Schwartz

Gemini Rising/Poem for Nellie It was your birthday and Iknew you and I didn’t know you. Your skin was glowinglike a cloud You were surviving to the tune of light beer to the tune of raspberries and a couple of cows to the tune of Joan of Arc’s head tilt You were singing loudly…
Poetry: Four Yelp Reviews by J. Bradley

Yelp Review: Boy Scout Troop 43 You will hold a flag, march through sweltering nervous systems: upper arms waggle in salute. There are patches for activities, a business card thin license to wield a knife: this is a tool for picking teeth clean, a magnifying glass to play God; the fire never answers. Yelp Review:…
Three Poems by Robert Balun

Self (American Continuum) I wake up: and my leg hurts my achilles specifically and I wonder if the body is finally eating itself I drink old water and can never catch up it just keeps pouring I switch and ask if this is the coffee promised to us by the management during the labor dispute…
Three Poems by Chelsea Bayouth

Heritage I am running with this package through the click-clackity of cobblestones + looking behind me as the wind blows my hair across my face + my eyes are wild + glisten + the sun is setting + I am scared and running. The city is a grind of buildings, such loud buildings that I…
Poetry: Abigail Welhouse’s “Unavailable”

The fantasy of being completely unavailable. A desert island, maybe, or the middle of the woods. In these fantasies, there are never insects and never sunburn. The more you do, the more people ask you to do. I dream of feeding my friends. They are seated around a large table. My own table is too…
Poetry: “November 8, 2016” by Leah Tieger

My host hands me the cast of a dinosaur’s bone. It was takenfrom the knee of an adolescent apatosauruswhich is like he says, a brontosaurus. The cast is brown, rough striations like and unlike wood, like and unlike stone. Numbers on the TV screen change red and blue. Their silent siren lights. How did you…
Six Poems by Jill M. Talbot

Infinite Jest I’m sleeping under the bedin solidarity with the monsters,I’m sleeping in a shedin support of the fraudsters. Dan Magnan,Tonight I’m going homeless,got a new pair of socks,got every hipster on her kneesfrom Kamloops to Fort Knox. Bob Dylan,The SkyTrain stops at Hornby,Rupert and King Edward,I’ll sleep with all you wannabeswith whiskey on the…
Four Pieces from Hell by Eric Dean Wilson

Eurydice in Hell ¶It was only hell when you visited. Why couldn’t you understand that? ¶Maybe that’s unfair. I certainly didn’t get it then and thought of you less as a partner than an exit. You, on the other hand, thought you’d lost me out of some singular fault of your own, as if I…