Tag: Poetry

Poetry from The Future: “I am amputated on the edge of this black hole” by Jayme Russell

my singularityinjected wet wearmakes me robotichand flexingfeel the mechanicalbrain feedbackif I grab you tightlyI can feel youeven though I don’t have youjust like I am realyou are realrewiring to adjust for new appendagesplug into the networklearn new tasksimprove my understandinga radical alteration Jayme Russell is the author of two chapbooks: PINKification (dancing girl press, 2017)…
Two Poems by Joanna C. Valente

I’m Tired of Men Telling Me They’re Afraid I’m Going to Write about Them It isn’t a dreamwhen you wake up with snakeswrithing over you your body like a gardena bed of leaves and ivy so twisted and overgrownand full of dirt, dry and barren that you are woken up again as a beasta womana…
Matthew Thorburn & J.G. McClure: A Collaborative Interview between Poets

Matthew Thorburn’s new book of poems, The Grace of Distance, was published by LSU Press in August 2019. He’s also the author of six previous collections, including the book-length poem Dear Almost (LSU Press, 2016), honored with the Lascaux Prize in Collected Poetry; A Green River in Spring (Autumn House Press, 2015), winner of the Coal Hill Review chapbook…
“Ghosts”: Five Poems by Conor Scruton for Haunted Passages

Pareidolia In summer we make stories for the ungrowing seasons,the sweatspeckled back of the blue sky made real in its telling,each winter to come. Some of what we know—we can only make out in contrast. I cannot give you muchbut another season’s worth of words, this basket I hold to my stomach,these petals I take…
Collaborative Poetry: “In a Late Stage” by Tony Mancus & CL Bledsoe

In a Late Stage It’s not a question of outrunningthe bear; it’s a questionof perfectly seasoning the salmon. A man with no hair and a bagfull of herbs is slightly lessdangerous than a clutch of piranha. The equation starts with a soundunlike thunder, someone screamingnumbers into a small bowl. Arrange them just right, and you’ll…
Haunted Passages: Three Hypnophobia Poems by Ellie White

Hypnophobia[1] #17 In the basement of the Children’s Museum in Indianapolis, there is a carousel. Or at least, there used to be. As I descend into the first room, the music starts, and it is that music, only darker. The cheery notes all flattened out and squeaking, a mouse under a cat’s paw. It is…
Three Disaster Movies from The Future: Poems by Lucas Pingel

Disaster Movie At the edge of the locust storm our toes Make a quiet music a prayer for broken Wings go further than the natural cadence A new word to signal an unplanned spring We remember it as holy another way Our knuckles speak to one another Walls once smooth and white pages Once smooth…
Ryan Mills: “Poem”

Then his pancakes come and I’m likePlease leave the flowers—and really, after his question(“have you ripped a big one lately?”)I see he’s a one-trick pony.A tiny glass vase centers our table Then his pancakes come and I’m likeHow could anybody masturbate to Slaughterhouse-Five?My Aunt the Grandmanever put on a belt herself, how awkward!the dancing. Then…
“When It Was Over,” a Bad Survivalist poem by Tyler Dillow

It was like coffee spilling on my shoes. The insects: beetles, ants, mosquitos. You—repeating—and flies on my feet, in my ears, on my feet. It was the buzzing that filled me. Mayflies, the color of your skin. Caterpillars, the color of your skin. Their eyes, the color of your skin. My name—you kept saying it—over…