Tag: Poetry

Three Prose Poems by Grant Kittrell

There’s a Man with a Hemingway Inside His chair is shrinking beneath him on the coffee shop patio. I should grow a mustache, a full-blown beard. This brisk November means nothing and everything to his smoky sail of hair. He runs his fingers through it like a god. His wife hasn’t said a word since…
Three Princess Poems by Frances Donovan

What Snow White Swallows ginger snaps /a matchstick square pizza in the school cafeteriaher body spreading in the mirror / grotesque the white cheek of a poison applethe red cheek of a poison apple cookies from the keebler elvesgrow up fast /her fault her fault her fault arnold whole wheat bread /sweet bliss of chocolate…
Em Mingus: “Confession,” new poetry for Haunted Passages

I don’t know where to startOr where you want me to startBut I’m hereAnd I’m tryingAnd I’m sorryI don’t remember much of last nightMaybe I had too much to drinkWe all make mistakes, right?I remember there was a lump in my throatAnd I remember being scared to speakAll the windows were shut and the air…
Two Poems by Julia Cohen

Passover Lullaby for Elijah, April 19 2019 / Elegy for Chabad of Poway SynagogueApril 27 2019 A sinkhole of humansA marquee of humansA nomad of humansA lake of humansA smuggle of humansA kibbutz of humansA pollen of humansA grenade of humansA hammock of humansA Shirley Temple of humansA bloviation of humansAn occupation of humansA foliage…
Bad Survivalist Poetry: “The world in which I open up google earth and my dead mother is feeding the horses.” by Megan Merchant

I imagined it differently. The paddock flooded.The donkey and sheep a fence over, cuddledunder the mare. I want to pull up and showher my new haircut so she can make that face,then make the word okay sound like a derailment.I want to tell her about the fire and how ourneighbor scrambled the yard gathering her…
“Out Goes the Blot,” new poetry for Bad Survivalist by David Kruger

I sit at the free clinic like a tailor stitchinga hidden nest in a jacket. After the hat wagafter the chromatichandkerchief I pukeas rainbowafter the scruff of white under-fuzzto rabbit a glove,the doves get out. I imagine my veins as birds in the rafters.I imagine my veins as after-magic,akimbo, still sparkling but unattended. Somewhere a…
Original Fiction for Bad Survivalist: “A Hunger Boy” by Blake Planty

Simon weasels his way out of every trap I set. I dirtied my paws a long time ago, getting my face right into the putrid filth of his scheming little plans. I wanted to snatch his body. A conniving genius—Simon kissed me flat on the lips—and I said absolutely nothing in his wake. I was…
Three Poems for Bad Survivalist by Clare Hogan

Going, Going It was an act of love to go for the throat, blood slipping out, making of the neck an hourglass. Then stillness. There was a dog. A precise lunge, its mouth opening to let the death out. Death sliding, with the teeth, into the slack flesh of a deer. Now that deer’s slung…
Katie Willingham: Two Poems for Bad Survivalist

What we eat in my dreams is always the forbidden: bread and more bread, a failure of imagination. We are not calling it the long emergency, but we are not not calling it that. Is this like the first silence that fell between Adam and Eve?: what needed to be named, what shook with…