Tag: Poetry

Flavor Town USA Poetry: “13 Bean Chili (As Desired)” by Avery Gregurich

after Albert Goldbarth “… and the goof-off kidney and lima and chili beans like Shriners and Masons and lodge brotherseverywhere marching and cavorting … the lady in the next line over says it has turned into such abeautiful day because you can’t see the the chemtrails foronce. the day had started out slow, frozen, great…
Poetry: Two Scores from The Future by Willa Carroll

Score for the Body as Last Frontier Poachers prize the rosette pelt | bones are gold | on the black market | I put on the body | of this snow leopard | my eyes behind hers | scanning terrain | We pant across borders | Russia Mongolia China Tibet | Plush paws | doing…
Flavor Town USA: Three Poems by Paul Siegell

SENDER. Kirwyn, some white space: A driver delivered our meal-kits on Saturday & I read your book to my wife last night while she fixed one for dinner. The transformation from raw to redaction. Only to transform again. There’s this pendulum we ride: When she works a 7a-to-7p at the hospital, I’m on eats. A…
A-Sides: Six Poems after Bill Evans by Mark Lamoureux

Re: Person I Knew for Chris McCreary Chasm crier cryall day long outsidethe jewelry store. Hand models with skullrings pluck heart stringsstretched taut by two poleswith drawn-on lightning bolts. Ears’ chic cry Mr.Knowalittlebit abouta thing called lovelornnostalgia for an old-school’s out for summer; get your whitechocolate skull crushed by Korybantesat low noon, beside the bladed gills…
Bad Survivalist Poetry: “The Dark Knight Contemplates the Metaphysics of Pleasure” by Raza Ijaz

“You’ll leave me?” —Bruce to Alfred, The Dark Knight Rises What is pleasure, I think, as I beat up this goon of Bane. (I’ve been thinking a lot these days, as I beat people up, since Alfred kept his word and left). Is pleasure something I felt when I first started beating this deadbeat thug,…
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

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, a flash of…