Tag: Poetry

From Vol. 9: “birthday poem” by Patrick Kindig

today there are marigoldsblooming in the street& i mean this literally.there are marigolds risingfrom the seam betweenthe curb & the pavement,twelve of them, marigoldsappearing unexpectedlywhere no marigolds shouldbe. today there are marigoldsblooming in the street & iam a little bit older, a littlemore likely to diewithout warning. i am older& more likely to die withoutwarning…
Three Poems by Anat Zecharia (Translated by Tsipi Keller) from Vol. 9

Lust Nothing is more useless than Godhe doesn’t stroke my foreheaddoesn’t stretch a moist tongueto lustfully lick the bloodfrom every high hill and every mountain peakand under every green tree.[1]Most of the time I divine the innerparts of his body(his sharp resinous odor riseslike the odor of sex)find him in the blue reflecting from the…
Two Poems by Eddy Jordan from Vol. 9

Theatre for Realtors An afternoon for burning, we lookin houses.A chance to makesome theatre for realtorswe say, realtorsare people too we think.We talkloud, walk wide, itch our invisible beards together. What do you think honey? It’s nice, I mean, but the kitchen? Kitchens can be redone. Sure, but— The lighting is nice. The lighting is—…
Poems & Mixed Media by Jeffrey Grunthaner from Vol. 9

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Revisions For the moment he does summertime with an alexandrine mounted in air,inscribed in a space of appropriation—a hundred-foot colossus in black colorsof the sea, or sea anemone from an immensely high beam leaping down with agreat flourish of dust. Rode into focus on a saddleless little…
From Vol. 9: Two Bird Quizzes by Rose Hunter

Albatross Quiz Various species of albatross cana. circumnavigate the globeb. fly to the moonc. become curses and symbols of atonement To make it through the doldrums, albatrosses musta. be one of the smaller speciesb. use more energyc. acquire a positive attitude; push through it Those who have not seen an albatross in the flesh includea.…
From Vol. 9: Two Poems by Glenn Shaheen

Cannon Fruit flies numerous and can Ibring myself to kill them to ruintheir structures of flight theydiminish our standard of livingthey are minor irritants ourstandard of living already lowfrom years of part time teachingour teeth yellowing our clothesbecoming more out of stylepoetry only works for the wealthyor the white my friends assureme that being Arab…
From Vol. 9: “Creature and the Once-a-Year-House,” a poem by Michael Sikkema

9 shotgun barrels are wrapped around a beech tree, hunting party nowhere in site, one truck engine still running, almost out of gas 7 deer walk backwards out of pines as their seams split to mist Creature figures tiny wolves inside their head leak black milk, sniffs out blood on a salt lick Coming home…
From Vol. 9: “Shame (A Spell to Forget),” poetry by Charlotte Covey

This is a darker magic.This is crawling through his door at four a.m. and begginghim to take a bite. This is slipping between lucid and not, hoping he will finishme off. Somewhere, idly, I am thinkingI don’t even like him. Somewhere, not here, that matters. Somewhere, you arefalling asleep soundly, while he is taking offmy…
From Vol. 9: “Statement of Purpose,” a poem by Nicholas Bon

It’s important for you to know that I’m a fucking mess, that so often the drummer in the corner is too loud for this polite conversation. There are people, even now, asking me what I can bring to the feast. I left my hands at home & can’t get my shit together. How…