Tag: Poetry

Haunted Passages Poetry by Eliot Cardinaux: “From the Surface of Time’s Ambivalence”

A broadcast of our non-existence, which terrifies others, comes through the Radio of Wet Clay & writes itself in my notebook. About the future distinguished—not by its undecidedly analog or digital construction—but from this present, living future (no, not precisely living; the word would be adjective)—it is said, that it risks going forward without an…
“where we sharpen ourselves on the scoliotic spine of Death’s scythe”: A Haunted Passages Poem by Panika M. C. Dillon

we hide in the belly of a beast who would burn Troy & hollow out a home in the rubble of Rome. Zaporizhzhia: a power station, a cage of swords paved in prayer cards you sent by the truckload. we’re bound for hell with gongs tied to our galoshes. not you though. you can keep…
Poetry for Haunted Passages: “Doxology (Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Amen)” by Amanda Roth

My ghosts and I have it backwards—I do all the haunting and they want to be left alone. Can’t I have what I’ve been promised? Amen and amen and so forth? I just wanted the hem of your robe. If not, closure. My nerves never tangled into the sound of your voice. I could stay…
Haunted Passages: Two Poems by John Bradley

Premonition That a Head Will Take the Shape of a Spellbound Bird When a spell enters the mouth, three strands of sea-greensilk go flying over the ocean. It could be noted they smell like a pickle left on a plate before a blindfolded surgeon. Thrumming and humming, the silk strands melt abovethe White Sands Desert.…
Some Lines of Poetry from the Notebooks of bpNichol

Some Lines of Poetry gathers excerpts from bpNichol’s journals across the 1980s to give a unique perspective on craft, process, and a writer’s life. Featuring works in progress, insight into Nichol’s thinking, previously unpublished prose and lyric, visual, and sound poems, Some Lines of Poetry documents Nichol’s “apprenticeship to language” and his playful daily exploration of the limits…
Side A Poem: “Glow” by Never Angeline North

Glow “Gardening. No hope for the future.” —Franz Kafka, from his diaries In the second part of my life, I am living in a graveyard made of the first part of my life. In the first part of my life, I did things. In the second part of my life I do not. In between…
Five Poems by Bad Survivalist Elizabeth Zuba

On Water and Habitats Oceans are flowers. I am made fertile in the land of my affliction. Any terrestrial salamander halfway through being an egg will swim away and be aquatic forever if you crack it open and drop it in water, or at least that’s how it was the last time I tried it!…
New Criticism: “Four Ways Poetry Predicted the Internet” by Joanna Fuhrman

“There are poets like John Ashbery for whom the internet seems to have been invented for who probably never sent an email” —William Lessard, from an email When I started writing Data Mind, a collection of prose poems about digital life, it was not because I had anything to add to the debate about how…
Poetry for Bad Survivalist: “Three Weeks Post-op with a Lightning Bug” by Gary McDowell

Friends and family keep checking in. Keep her safe, they say. Keep her comfortable, they say. Tell her we love her, they say. And you too. Early this morning, maybe 6:30, I stand in the kitchen making her breakfast, the dogs at my side—they herd me, sun-up to sun-down, are never more than a body-length…