Tag: Poetry

Haunted Passages: Five Poems by Howie Good

App-athetic (1) Strange how you arrive with no address in mind. Objects begin to misbehave, clocks to bend and stretch. And then a procession of pallbearers carrying empty coffins enters—creased, stained, stoop-shouldered. The century feels a lot longer than a hundred years. (2) Facebook announces a suicide prevention app. If the heart stops beating, it…
“Each Drop Is Its Own Light”: Tiffany Troy in Conversation with Dara Barrois/Dixon about Tolstoy Killed Anna Karenina

Dara Barrois/Dixon (née Dara Wier) is the author of the Wave Books titles In the Still of the Night, You Good Thing, Reverse Rapture, and also in 2022 two new chapbooks, Two Poems from Scram Press and NINE from Incessant Pipe. She’s received awards and fellowships from the Lannan Foundation, American Poetry Review, The Poetry Center Book Award, Guggenheim…
Haunted Passages: Two Poems by Matthew Weddig

after a generally positively reviewed yet deeply boomerfied slasher released in 2022 when you are too old to fuckall you have left to you is murder your only options now arerent out the farmhouse in the backblock the exits with your frail bodythe passage of time owes you this muchwhy should the young bodies be…
“I Want My Hand in the Fire”: An Interview with Jon Woodward by Zach Savich

Jon Woodward’s new chapbook, POOLGOER and SPELEOGRAPHER from The Economy Press, is composed of columns that streak down the page 1 or 2 letters at a time. The effect is immensely absorbing, pleasurable, enlivening; each page is rippled with columns. Concrete poetry that directly imitates shapes (e.g., a poem about a flower that looks like…
Side A Poem: “Content” by Heikki Huotari

Content 1. should a safe be dropped then so should a piano and to music and to money both should open I say privatize the positive and socialize the negative and call it content here a template there a template everywhere a template in the same way that I hope for your sake that your…
Side A Poetry: “Sousveillance, or: The Springfield Sarah Jessica Parker Disaster” by Ben Tripp

Sousveillance, or: The Springfield Sarah Jessica Parker Disaster when money became speech Dyads parafin the duration non-machinable flesh mic at jowl non-camouflage couldn’t alter or predict cephalopod high-arousal unheroic teller city with lake interior The false antique no and subject theory I have failed the task of radiation cryptographic An air freshener with the…
Flavor Town USA Poetry: “We Feed the Living” by Courtney LeBlanc

The week my father died I dugthrough the freezer and pantryin my parents’ house, pulled outthe ingredients to make my sister’sfavorite dessert. As I stirred and bakedI thought of my father, his body smallbut his hands swollen with edema.As the peanut butter cookies cooledon the counter, the sweet smell filledthe house, I stared out the…
Megan Merchant & Luke Johnson Lyric Epistolary Collaboration for Side A

What do we do when the black hole comes,—to L my son asks before the hours lighten. I know so much of this lifeis unreal, but yesterday I cut my lip and flooded my mouth with blood. I read about parents that chew food then mama-birdit into their babies’ mouths so they won’t choke. Haven’t…
“letters that linger,” a poem by Jen Schneider

of the moments.memories.meanderings a. the sound of silenceb. the taste of quietc. the feeling of safetyd. the color of warmthe. the flavor of peace that could have pressed, stamped, stomped, even tattooed themselves in inks (blue.black.red) & palettes (pink.yellow.green) on concealed palms, at the midnight hour, of rays of sun / grains of sand /…