Tag: Poetry

Three Micro-Poems by David Tomaloff

In Defense of Clouds the absence of caterpillar time— / weighted under a weightless sky, / the ibis eyeing a sore spot / where the rain stops & the crunch leaks in In Synonymous touch an ear to the scarab— / how the sense to wonder is a why // how the sense to count…
“Sa (funeral koans)”: Poetry by Yohnmean Yoh

1 Secretary of State Dean Acheson actually greeted the invasion with relief, as it justified massive military appropriations that were essential to carrying out the vision of American pre-eminence outlined in the top-secret National Security Council Report 68 of April 1950. —Jeremy Kuzmarov, “The Korean War: Barbarism Unleashed” (2016) … rhetoric would not have…
“Field Journal,” a poem-hybrid by Phil Spotswood

the last scientist does not know where the others have gone. he searches the corners of the stone hearth for bacteria—to prove that there were breathers, once—that oxygen roiled. he rolls out dough to watch the yeast rise, for movement outside of himself. he breaks bread with his own two hands and says that this…
Poetry for Bad Survivalist: “The Bars, the Anthem” by Imran Boe Khan

Down here, spider blue’s sour candy singsong plays out like confession. On my walk home, civilians cleanse into pulpits, brining compassion as they watch me hammer euphoria into gallows. Some reach for cash, others call the cops and when the sirens come, they rise like it’s the national anthem, I’m on one knee till the…
Poetry by Tamer Sa’id Mostafa: from triliteral roots

—after Craig Santos Perez [ra-ha-meem (womb):] i named my first star on a farmhouse roofin Kafr El Zayat flooding fennel seedinto the divots of a mortar an oud’s fifth stringdanced like a caudex [rahma (compassion):] the moon blued its dust to our voicesa mother tongue unadulterated a nasheedof desert roses surrendering to their stems…
Five Poems by Vanessa Saunders

Blame It on a Woman Blame it on a woman. She who argues not for the accuracy, but for the integrity of our Art. How I could not sleep. The slow systemic death of our garden. The sound of your voice. All of your belongings, just as you left them. Baby, I’ve found God. Are…
Poetry by Josiah Morgan: “The Bee Gees Sing Me to Sleep”

Funny the things you make time for. vodka reruns a million hours sleep the city on a good nightironic an intermission grindr babe in the back of the car chic new looks on city twinxthe city on a bad night vodka reruns quickly, misread me sleepa million hours alexander mcqueen two pizzas restocking things you’ve…
Aby Kaupang Poetry: Selections from 13 Words

In the month following Donald Trump’s election to President of the United States, the Southern Poverty Law Center received over 1,094 reports of hate crimes. A burst of hate. The following poems were written with the assistance of the Hate on Display database through the Anti-defamation League’s website and in-part for the Holter Museum of…
Haunted Passages: “eraser,” new poetry by Tariq Shah

They erased me yesterday.After they took up the gavel, hammered the sound block, the wheels setinto motion.They assembled their people into teams.Notary publics, solicitors general, coders, flame throwers, telephoneand wrecking ball operators.It was quite early the morning they commenced.A sky still the blue pink of gloveless winter hands.Quite quiet.I don’t know what to do.The new…