Tag: Poetry

Two Poems from The Future: Oak Morse

DaBaby, the 49th President Lime Lamborghinis for college grads Diamond grillz for senior citizens Extra! Extra! Read all about it A Nigga in da House, No Cap Strippers hanging from the chandelier Pool with ocean water from Bahamas Slogan: Make jokes. No stress. Love. Live Life. Breaking…
“Driving Through Geneva” a poem for Flavor Town USA by Avery Gregurich

for Wallace Ferguson Driving through Geneva is not a peaceful practice, holds nopractical mayhem beyond a Cracker Barrel, all lit up in rockingchair relief. When I finally got to Spoon River, it was all out of itsbanks, wandering unforgiven inside of Illinois, and when I got tothe cemetery, the caretaker was smoking, small, and petting…
Two Poems from The Future: Lauren Camp

Into Sleep I Sang the Destruction Sleep crowned my childhoodwith dreams ravenous to show me the magnifiedunderside of logic. When I changed into bed, the mindrode on and unfolded. I deranged many actionsfrom my simple-nickeled life.Everything I knew swoopedthose dark mental corridors. And so I wentalong for the tangle, the hingedcommandments and stretching murmur.I hunted…
Bad Survivalist: Three Little Things by Leigh Chadwick

Skinny Kids Skinny kids touching light with their tongues pressed against the sun. Skinny kids with half their teeth gone. Skinny kids with an assembly line of ribs and souls and hearts and sometimes lungs, and mostly always earlobes. Skinny kids watching a dodo run a lemming off a cliff. Skinny kids with half their…
J Pascutazz: Three Poems from The Future

Is There Life for Us Outside the Dome City? The dome sky blackened like her mood ringleaving precious few hours for the sundialto shadow a number. Time to blow the conchand gather together the herdThey’ll stand like statues in a sanctuaryuntil they’re all mossy and patinated She was glad to take off her forest-green patinaAnd…
“I want a new car, I told you.” a Side A prose poem by Hannah Grieco

I want a new car, I told you. but what I want is to smash the windows of our minivan, to take the chainsaw out of the shed, to push the ignition and hear it sputter and forget for a moment how to run before coming to life, to feel it growl in my hands,…
Side A Poem: “Indigo Froth” by Benjamin Niespodziany

Indigo Frothfor Boris Vian It’s an old robe story. Old folktale. Woman surrounds herself with flowers and dies. Petals wilt. Plates squirm. Mounds gather a mattress of warmth. Acorns made for testing. When she dies, her blood is paper. Here’s some money back, the director replies. The sky is cardboard. Like in the flickers. He…
Peter Valente: “Notes on John Wieners’ ‘A Poem for Painters’” (Selected Poems 1958-1984), written after reading Bill Berkson’s Sudden Address

In “A Poem for Painters,” John Wieners writes: Paul Klee scratched for seven yearson smoked glass, to develophis line, LaVigne says, lookat his face! He who has spentall night drawing mine. In his diary of 1906, Klee wrote about his “reverse glass paintings,”: “Besides, I moved with the utmost zeal on the smoothest surface, on…
Side A Poem: “A Power or Ability of the Kind Possessed by Superheroes” by Kathleen Rooney

A Power or Ability of the Kind Possessed by Superheroes If death is a specter that devours everything, then making friends with death would be a good superpower. What if you had a superpower but it was really banal, like the ability to beat anybody in the world at checkers? My meditation teacher, June, probably…