Tag: Poetry

Sara Adams: Three Erasures

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Head Librarian Erasure from Stephen King’s It Love Poem Erasure from Ernest Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea His Heart Was Shit Erasure from Stephen King’s It Sara Adams is the author of three chapbooks: Think Like a B (SOd Press), Poems for Ivan (Porkbelly Press)…
“Principia // Love Song for Faye Valentine,” a poem by T.A. Noonan

She is Reagan, Jillian, Cream Dream—the starlet has changed her name again. Freckles silhouetted against the same American bodysuits & foolish heels. Her breasts are perfect models of Newton’s universal gravitation that the vulgar conceive. Over a hundred pornos in her alias, & we are to admit no more causes of natural things. Or she…
Jacqueline Boucher Poetry: “Radioactive”

In the aftermath, the first things to grow are the horns. We fleshy ibex in threadbare sweaters clash in subcutaneous bump and grind, in hemorrhage & broken bone. I leave one eye at the foot of a gutted soda fountain, tin of ravioli clutched in my fist like pennies. Before: we got gas there, swapped…
Five Antarctica Poems by Dennis James Sweeney

70°5’S 65°40′E In the Antarctic Circle, our main concern is self-husbandry. Cutting dark chops from the dark sky. Identifying lifelong manacles. Feeling for the key. Suspending paper katydids from the ceiling at just the right angle: the difference between Hank’s breath and the hot, light breeze of the radiator. They trigger different flights. At times…
Two Poems by C.M. Keehl

an act of desperation we have all done this kind of thing so I’ll send a postcard because light is tricky only being measured in meeting of crests I was here oncewhere the moon crests the pines to light a pool I sat in summer heat if you play your cards right I’ll give you…
Brad Rose: Two Poems

In Media Res Everything on this planet fails fails in the middle even death your life is death’s failure but it’s not too late you can rescue death you can go to death’s school, learn death’s lessons don’t worry study look, already you are between floors, a mezzanine you’re almost nothing inside you, there is…
Ryan Bollenbach: Two Poems

sometimes the word for tender isn’t tender there is a knife in the dishrack, sharp, facing the open kitchen. i take the blade in my palm. a hawk claws inside a river. i feel buzzing in the wetness of skin, a bright lamp near death. wrap a clean body in a blanket, tuck fibers into…
Two Poems by Kailey Alyssa

palisades i shed light like dampness to bloodmouth or cotton arches— that is to say, i like it when my belly stretches & holds in wind undone for the desert; how fingers hook edges of bra clasp how dicks harden under cotton bolded like a cliff but it’s too late— we roll back to standing…
“Four Poems by a Middle-Aged Woman”: Laura Lee Washburn

After the Surgeon Cuts You or the bone snaps in eight places,the world recognizes youas the vessel for their trauma. Strangers say, Chasing the dog,my third toe snapped rightin half. Or Straight up! No break but seven stitches betweenthe smallest and next. I wasstabbed in the headby a guy in a white mask. Or, Doctor…