Tag: Poetry

Poetry from the Future: “Beads of Time” by Dmitry Blizniuk (Translated by Sergey Gerasimov)

It’s getting dark, slantwise, just a notch from eternity.The ballerina of reverietakes slowly offher pointes of silence.Left … now the right one … A long sigh … A fence; birds made of twisted iron hungrily peck the rust. A black cat glides along the façade.The radiant rapiers of electric light are trembling;the streetlights in fencer’s masks(the left hand…
Sections 63-67 from erroreum: Original Poetry by Jonathan Hobratsch

⥈ ⥈ word that ends all words aglee with me what you do not do will destroy you break me like a glass behind every poem is a poem like imagining Picasso painting his own exposed entrails ⥈ ⥈ join us join us or or die be the failure and avail it another timeI have…
New Poem by Dustin Brookshire: “For the Hetero Professor Whose Student Writes a Gay Poem, Some Workshop Advice”

So, I used cum in a poem. Yes, you know: spunk, jizz, leche, or as the medical professional might say, semen. I used cum in the poem I submitted to your workshop, a poem about how my mother demanded I stop writing gay poetry. In this poem about a poem I doubled down on the…
Side A: Two Poems by Peter Leight

Escapism in Pictures Lifting my headlike a passengerdrawing picturesin the airin front of me This one is a pictureof not being here In this one I’mopening the doorwith the tipof my tongueand walking out with my tonguein my hand Not even waitinguntil it’s timewhen is it time? Lifting my headand leaning into the air as…
Original Side A Poetry by Brenton Booth: “Whispers”

Whispers I gave away our old clothesdryer for free a few hoursearlier to a young happy couple.Carefully helping them load itinside their sleek new metallic grayvan. Remembering the day wefirst bought it. You delicatelystroking its clear unblemisheddoor like a newborn childin the light freshly renovatedbathroom of our just rentedseventh-floor city apartment.Feeling nothing but totaloptimism for…
Two Poems for Flavor Town USA: John Gallaher

Some Details We Missed On the Tour You open it, start. And leave it open, to return to. But the mood perhaps never strikes. Sorry, I was just thinking of the vacuum decay death of the universe again, that should’ve happened by now, and I guess I got a bit ahead of myself. Lavender is…
New Poem for Side A: “Migraciones: A Triptych” by Yvette Saenz

Migraciones: A Triptych Triptych I: ApologeticBandidos There is somethinginnocent about theapologetic bandido,that over-told story ofmachismo.It’s the desire to returnpeople to earlier forms,to nudge him gently with abroom into the pastBoy fooling his motherdiscovers she’d never lovehimthe way she lovedAmerica:without a mask. His mother is America. Allof it.How funny that this truthcan never be proven?Proof is…
Haunted Passages Poetry: “I Ask Mom to Tell Me about Life Back on the Rancho” by Jose Hernandez Diaz

She tells me they had a hen house.I ask if only hens lived in the hen house?No, roosters and chicks, too, she says.She proceeds to patiently describe That sometimes coyotes would sneakInto the hen house, moving rocks, with their noses,Blocking doors to the hen houses. Sometimes, she says,Brazen banditos would rob the hen houses of eggs,…
Side A List Poem by Tracy Royce: “Things That Remain Suspended (Handsfree) When Wedged Beneath My Breast”

Things That Remain Suspended (Handsfree) When Wedged Beneath My Breast Mini-interview with Tracy Royce HFR: Can you share a moment that has shaped you as a writer (or continues to)? TR: I took a class on innovative poetic forms with Charles Jensen, and it blew my mind. We read and wrote centos, erasures, hermit crabs,…