Tag: Poetry

Poetry by Philip Schaefer: “Radial Glow”

In the America of my fistthe rats drew blood. You let them. You soaked mewith hydrogen saying don’twince, become. I am still not your motherfucker.The coal train gliding by in the mirrorof your eyes is lost in 2 directions. This is my mouth on drugs: graba shovel and dig. Say somethingcruel and watch it dissolve.…
Four Dossiers, poetry by Jane Lewty

Dossier #1 It’s the year of less-than-half the true extent of time. There is water on the moon And on Gliese exostar 1214b. Its constellation is all wound up. Its struggle will last forever. There’s even an emoji for it, a U With a tilde, a sling dash: U̴ An oviform filled by an approximate,…
A Poem by Bridget Talone: “A Dream Is a Witch Your Heart Makes (Music for Shame)”

Ask not how you could ever make it right.Instead, lie down in your young shame—its dirty, slender hairdo blades. That panic madethe mouth. The villain fed his girlfrienda cube of fish off his steak knife,then drew the blade back through her cheek.Misfortune filled the little mouths that opened.Noisy rubies claw a formal sky.Ashamed, the player…
F. Daniel Rzicznek Poetry: “Hatchet”

Came down from the hills to findthe thaw refrozen, ground even harderthan before, and this in late March: twist of smoke to the south,early star or two riding the blue. The half-tame one, chest-deep in snow,looked back at me, his face tilting asmemories pooled in my head: the time he stole a deer femur,huffing and…
“Hard,” a poem by Colin Winnette

We were born hard. We own a pit bull. We don’t eat much. We’re quiet. If you saw us on the street, you might cross it and enter a store. You might avert your eyes. You would try not to look at our pit bull. Or at us. We are gray and stiff and ungentle.…
Five Mathematical Poems by Timothy Wojcik

Mathematics IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Start with one body, and one sky. End with the sky in the body, and one sky. The organs are in the middle of the sea. The sea is in the middle of the flock of loons. The flock of loons is in the middle of the enormous heart, mathematically speaking. An enormous…
Phil Spotswood: “The First Engineer,” a poem

learned momentum from falling birds, howthey hit the water faster than the fish could dielearned that trees heaped together couldform a sort of barrier, to keep things in or out—how,also, the laying down of two bodies couldcreate new space and angles the first engineer came to understandthe language of snake-speak in grass, howindentations point towards…
Poetry by Sean Thomas Dougherty: “These Ordinary Days”

Out of the brown bag I placethe red wine and sack of sugar I swing our eldest daughterdespite my swollen knee and fix you coffee with cream,and the clouds swirl like the unsayable our daughters curly headedand crying, run out the glass porch door,I watch them through an invisible windowLike the one between us and…
Poetry by Jim Daniels: “Boo Boo”

Someone’s feelings were hurt. BadBoo Boo. Oops, Boo Boo. Some-one’s feelings. O I felt your feelings,wet smooshy feelings.Big Bang Theory of Hurtfeelings. Dealingswith feelings. Gel and a wetcomb. Band-aids and Cand-aids. Bloody sweet feelings.The Long and Shortof feelings. Errors-in-the-scorebook hurtfeelings. Wheeler-dealer feelings. O.Just O of hurt feelings.I am so O for yourhurt feelings. Can I…