Tag: Poetry

Two Poems by Nancy Hightower

Resurrectionfor Jericho Death always wins. Despite sunsetand a blood moon calling for magic,there’s a small body leftin the field of lilacsand still more bodiesadrift on a forgotten sea,and he sings their namesin remembrance, wears a crownof flowers with half-cocked grinbecause tomorrow bringsnew tragedies like a promise. Still, he believesin the prophecy of rain,blesses the descentfrom…
“The Aftermath of Disconnection”: An Interview with Gina Tron by Hillary Leftwich

Gina Tron has authored three books, and she has three more books forthcoming, including Star 67, which drops on 11/11 by Vegetarian Alcoholic Press. Her poems have been published in Green Mountains Review, Hunger Mountain, Junto Magazine, and Tupelo Quarterly. Gina has an MFA in Writing and Publishing from the Vermont College of Fine Arts.…
Flavor Town USA Poetry: “On Eggs” by Evan Williams

Scrambled poached over easy over medium over hard sunny side up hard boiled soft boiled screaming with tabasco with salsa with toast with ketchup omelette omelet omlet om nom nom let benedict pope benedict catholic eggs fertilized unfertilized Rocky Balboa eggs ostrich eggs emu eggs fish eggs caviar cavalier to spend so much golden eggs …
“Friendship Noses,” a Flavor Town USA poem by Adam Coday

The moment it’s worth it, I’ll eatthe pickled Brussels sprouts. —the moment I prefer the needleto fix the wrinkles, or go full hamand fulfill the pact. —the moment I’m willingto endure the accidentagain, only near an edge this timeon a floating bridge as I regrethaving put the glass-shatter-rescuing thingin the glove compartment, fucken seat belt,and…
Bad Survivalist: Three Poems by Rikki Santer

Alteration Love Finds Neighbors turn into bears, golden vanilla coats, curriedyawns, yellow teeth. We stroll through backyards, aroundboxwood fences. At the party we hunker into a worn couchinside a screened front porch. It’s a plague, someone mutters,wash your hands in ways you’ve never done before.In the morning, I’m a banshee snoring. Bursts of tiny breathsagainst…
Guffy Bergman: Three Poems for Bad Survivalist

Opening Holes of Escape in the Tight Fabric[1] Dirt settles into mounds around our feet,brown hard-contrasting with the boom-pinkcolor we imagine for our bones—yes,it’s like that, images standing innot for the thought but that thought’s tenor,jackrabbits twitching at the entranceto the hutch, taking wordless breaks, and the great blue herons, commonin the creek, flash their…
Emma Aylor: “Ossuary,” a poem for Haunted Passages

On the farm, our border collie lab killedsmall animals. I’d tell people they died from Joy. Once a groundhogjust next to its burrow, head open to skimmed winter sky and the pinkof its brain blurred and scraped at the edges; twice our hens, bodies stretchedin the cage corner, eyelids purpled and closed. Some she could…
Haunted Passages: “The Unhaunted Poem” by Kim Sousa

X-Files child, Ialways wanted to brush up against the paranormal.Grant me a final girl foggy day. Though, in this only and on-forever life, I never found any ghost outside the mirror. Only bare fruit trees,controlled burns, abandoned hives, their capped and long-dry combs. Only strangerswith cheeks I kiss out of obligation, not gentleness. Their go-with-God…
Bad Survivalist: Tam Nguyen’s attempted poem “2020’s Impressions”

Halfway through the year of 2020 1 About the flood season in 1978: My father’s boat was traveling to the drylands in the far South to collect some edible grass for the starving cows at home. The river was narrow enough for the melaleuca arms to remind him of guerrillas’ sneaky talks and gunfire. It…