Tag: Poetry

Anton Pooles: Three Poems for Haunted Passages

He Did Not Listen Now his bones are neatly displayedon a table like a museum piece. “They shine like hard boiled eggs,”his Mother says proudly. Then her tone darkens,“put them back where you found them— let them be a warning to alldisobedient children.” The Creature Beneath the Porch Knock on wood. It followsas I pace…
Haunted Passages: “Swamp Thing Explains How Time Passes in the Middle of Dueling Crises,” a poem by Jack B. Bedell

It’s never a matter of value. When I’m standing at the edge of the cypress grove looking over the coastline, I can tell it’s receding, inching back into the swamp. No doubt the water’s rising. It’ll drown us all. Eventually. It’ll lick away every piece of swamp I stand on. But it’ll do it with…
Side A Poem: “My Breakdown Is Like Buster Keaton Trying to Smile” by Jessie Janeshek

My Breakdown Is Like Buster Keaton Trying to Smile I keep looking through binocularsover and out toward the rivercalories are negotiablebut in every rendition I have a black eye. It’s all about pratfallsmy globe-sized stomachgarroted or garrulousand/or love before breakfast. Oct/Nov adjust the knobit always rains in my dreamseven the one where I’m swallowed into…
“Another Space We Share”: Hillary Leftwich Talks to Poet Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum

Poet and Editor Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum took time to answer questions on his latest poetry collection, Visiting Hours (Texas A&M University Press), and how myth-making, space, and honoring the voices of those who have departed all play a central part in not only his writing but how he views the relationships around him. McFadyen-Ketchum is the…
Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Sugar Eaters” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor

they was sittin round the fireplace sippin tea & eatin fruitcake on crushed velvet divans with bronze claw feet on oriental rugs, when the maid walked in with a silver tray weighed down with a heaping mound of sugar cubes. the headmaster of the school, seated between the principals, waved her hand in the maid’s…
“Plexiglass Poetry,” a Side A feature by massimo magee

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“Irony Serves Whatever Purpose You Need It To”: Zach Savich Interviews Mark Leidner

Mark Leidner’s first full-length collection of poems, Beauty Was the Case That They Gave Me, was released ten years ago by Factory Hollow Press. Leidner has been busy since then: among other projects, he’s published a collection of short stories, Under the Sea (Tyrant Books, 2018), and written the feature films Jammed (2014) and Empathy,…
Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Shrimpboat Captain” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor

on the island of if,the shrimpboat captain dreams of geckosclimbing up cave walls,catching them & setting them free. when he wakes up in the middle of the night,& stares out into a sea of dwarf foxes on the dock,their eyes glowing from the light of his lantern,he climbs back into his bunk and asks himself,how to…
Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Bloated Whale & The Barfly” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor

we was sittin along the bywater drinkin white wine spritzers,when a dead whale washed up on the shore all bloated & swollen. so we carried our glasses down to where the sand met the shore& poked the mammal with a stick, till water shot out of the blowhole into our faces,& anchovies slid out of…