Tag: Poetry
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Three New Poems for Haunted Passages by Eva Heisler
Call Off the Angels Flashy enough in appearance—and I assume this motivated the selection—the group is much older than advertised.One is wheezing into its elbowwith nasty spectral effects. Anotherstinks of drained aquariums.And who’s that junkyard angelwith the ankle bracelet.That angel is high. Every other wordis either “fuck” or “Christ.”Haloes clinkas they bump against one another—the…
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Two Poems by Laura Minor
Big Dick, Small Town I Love You, Now Show Me Your Tits And just like that, the house of whores— If Sunday was a man, he’d be good, becomes the scourge of wooden hours— some digital acquaintance, a high, friend, superior, colleague, or mentor ruefully horny, delusional on their own back roads…
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“Leaver,” a poem by Audrey King
of glasseson airplanes; papersat home; socks at the baseof beds; of cell phonesupstairs; of voicemails: hi honey,where the hell are you; of planets and bodiesand families and wives. When it tookto your body, grabbed hold; anchored;plummeted; ultimately surrendered the morphineonto you, did you strike? I imaginea stunned crow; talons chainedclose on your chest. But I…
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Side A Poetry Collaboration: “dear denver,” by Terence Degnan & Denver Butson
Dear New York, For reasons unwilling to be revealed// My father is no longer with you// Grief as a tree has warned me// that I have my weapons misordered// birds come and go// willows dry// fall into the creek// Grief doesn’t follow any of these// James was killed by a falling machine// Falling grief, grief…
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Haunted Passages: “Possession” by Lauren Brazeal Garza
Mother, suddenly they were everywhere—dozens of chittering advertisements for an “EVP consultant.” In scrutiny of all who passed, their art-deco lettering burst fiercely from those printed slime-green flames, offset by supersonic purple. The text beckoned, FLAMORA: witness of all. Resolutions through recording. Beneath this lurked a local phone number. I put off calling her for…
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Side A Poem: “Honestly” by Tony Gloeggler
Honestly To pass the hours I spendby her bedside, I ask moma lot of questions, some dumbto make her laugh about fartson elevators, falls in hotel halls,her famous poor eyesight,walking into wrong bathrooms,setting her beehive hair-doon fire with her lit cigarette.Anything to take her mindoff her pain, a breathfrom boredom. Some questionsuncover things I never…
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“Why?”: A Video Poem for Side A by Justin Hamm
Why? There’s a boy who beats an invisible drum and a boy who loves nothing more than to stand in the weeds and to run his fingers over the rough wood of the neighbor’s barn and a boy who hides from his chores and a boy who wants to parlay with his own confusion and…
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Three Poems Exclusively from Jay Halsey’s Multi-Form Collection Barely Half in an Awkward Line
Barely Half in an Awkward Line weaves a twelve-year span of Jay Halsey’s photography, poems, short stories, and essays. Photos featuring desolate rural and urban landscapes, thought provoking and oftentimes bizarre portraits of masked subjects, and abandoned homes, alongside written themes involving poverty, chemical abuse, homelessness, violence, the ruling class versus the working class, and…
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Two Bad Survivalisms by Zedekiah Gonsalves Schild
Good in a Crisis I can elevate that glassfoot above your heartapply unflinching pressure to that chain of woundsthat began with bitter cactus rind balm for the sun. I am good in a crisis a Swiss army knifeof bullshit I know / the plastic seat of a squad car feels likeit has space for cuffs…
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