Tag: Poetry

The Future: Excerpts from The Mergered by Matthew DeMarco

Messages from the Mergered The three mergered billionaires, who share one body, prefer that I work from a different location than them for the duration of the day, except for during our prescheduled face-to-face-to-face-to-face meetings. On our calendars, these events are sometimes abbreviated as F2F2F2F’s or F4s. Fortunately, there are numerous places throughout the Plaza…
“A Day at the Beach,” a poem for Side A by Nicole Callihan

A Day at the Beach The nurse says I’ll likely feel okay, a little tired, very warm. Like you’ve spent a day at the beach, she says. But it’s winter in New York. After treatment, I eat two street tacos on a cold wet corner, walk to Chinatown, pay cash for burn cream. There’s a…
New Poetry for Side A: “into the looking glass” by Sarah Aziz

into the looking glass and stumbling into you, father-land. your breath lances through me like a friday afternoon scolding.she traces my crooked nose, and cuts her fingertip on the wanton marblesswishing in your mouth. I understand you, which is to say, I am you: swaddledin a dream of pink, a moth eating into a pair…
Poetry: “on fictional suburbs” by Evelyn Bauer

on fictional suburbs Some beast prowls in this place, lurking around stacks of unused newspaper & hiding behind the corners, shrouded by the broken electric streetlights, still unfixed. The familiar stench of iodine wafts down streets & up stairways, the tarmac melting in summer sun. Watch a newt scurry & slink in the wet earth,…
“shattered,” a poem by Carina Solis

shattered it’s like we’re flickering, burst lamplights smirking in the dark. faces gaunt, we lounge on a half-shaded stairway, the moon and its smile hanging over our emptiness, crooked as burnt cigarettes. we pant smoke into the horizon and watch haze cut into our skin: all we taste is desperation. in the play of our lives, the night is a blackened…
Poetry: “Sky Burial” by Summer J. Hart

Sky Burial In my dream about water, I hover over a starless nothing, refusing to go in. Refusing to let tomorrow turn out like today. Sky broke. White plate. Picking porcelain out of the carpet. The phone rings. Rain churns the southwest corner of the basement into mud. In my dream about water, the waves…
“Play Thief,” a Side A poem by Adam Stutz

Play Thief I catch the poison too early this morningcatch the eroticism of sloth a voluptuous fog sweeping in dousing narratives absence tense pressed into relief like a dysfunctional search engine pronoun I correct the overcorrections + keep correctingcorresponding to faulty focus pressing on lenseslike I should be elsewhere I slap on labels to…
Side A Poem: “Every Minute Is a Minute” by John Leo

Every Minute Is a Minute The invoice is ready for review.Download and attach the backup documents.Add the 14% fuel charge, plus energy feeequal to 10% of transportation costs.Initial and date. The invoice is readyfor review by a third party. In the den, you have received a request for bibliographicalinformation. Review the requested resource.Apply the article…
Flavor Town USA: Three Poems by Rachel Becker

morning sickness the world hasan atmospheric stenchthat turns yourstomach cyclonicfor the fullnine months. other mothers-to-beoffer advice,but there’s no wayto white chicken meator preggo popyourself out of bed,or to short circuityour brain’smaladaptive mishmashof wires. a glitchthat renders toxic aluminum, toilet bowl,skin cream, stove topthe stench of water. your baby at 12 weeksis a photo of a…
“[UNTITLED LOVE SONG],” an acrostic poem by Jess Yuan

[UNTITLED LOVE SONG] Favorite observer, how youUndulate between a blue loud emptiness and thisCeiling which shelters andKeeps the perimeter defined Throughout and beneathHeaping insight upon insight until it compactsEnriches, densifies, coagulates into Prediction for the built worldArtifact of its struggle, puddled.That’s my anxiety about establishingRelationships. I worry the Investment is seen byAll. I worry theRecording sounds…