Tag: Poetry

Two Poems by Andrew Cantrell

Heliotrope Where one finds that moody is like a word or like the register in which the sky loosens its grip on the day’s seething or it’s ghostly when you break it down to phrases and lineation sloughed stark and low in the cinema of our accumulating afternoons as they buckle, fold, and wither the…
Five Poems by Esteban Rodríguez for Haunted Passages

Landscape with tree and leg Then you come across a tree,and hanging from its branch you find a leg—long, pale, severed cleanlyat the thigh. You walk beneath it, study the chain bolted to its knee, studythe way the sun—searing the edges off the leaves—cauterized its flesh.And even though its nails are broken, even though its…
Three Poems by Jeremy Behreandt

A Third Place The bell tower prescribed an auditory space that corresponded to a particular notion of territoriality, one obsessed with mutual acquaintance. The bell reinforced divisions between an inside and an outside, as one might infer from the pejorative use of terms such as l’esprit du clocher. —Alain Corbin, Village Bells as with the…
Two Erasures from As We Know by Amaranth Borsuk & Andy Fitch

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Amaranth Borsuk’s most recent book is Pomegranate Eater (Kore Press, 2016), a collection of poems. Previous books include Handiwork (Slope Editions, 2012), selected by Paul Hoover for the 2011 Slope Editions Poetry Prize; and Tonal Saw (The Song Cave, 2010), a chapbook-length erasure poem. Abra (1913 Press,…
Haunted Passages: “Halloween Poem” by Lucas Mangum, author of the dark suspense novel Gods of the Dark Web

Halloween, six-years-old:Stephen King’s Silver Bullet,My brother and IChased by a mummy.The next year I dressedAs the Devil in red,And a Catholic friend said,I shouldn’t do that.Trick or treating broughtReese’s and 3 MuskiesAnd fun-sized Milky WayAnd candy corn I only sawOnce a year.Halloween is a dentist’s nightmare,But I’ve still got perfect teeth. Halloween of ’97,I lived…
Three Poems by Jim Daniels

Suspension Quiet cinder of shame, until a young boy finds the willto hit back. Except. Suspended from school, that’s what.They don’t care who or how. Accept. He wants a Tums to help him sleep—he likes its soft soundtaste. The photo of courage has no negative, cannot bereproduced like a trick from an old comic book.…
Poetry: “Colombo” by Senie Priti

Morning. I eat rice and curry, so hot it brings tears to my eyes. This is Sri Lanka, I think. I take a tuktuk to the central station. Bustling. Colours and sounds and smells I don’t recognise. The light thick and smoky. And hot. So fucking hot. Everyone’s about the hustle. Cues in the street…
Two Poems by Rusty Barnes

Date Night at Fuddruckers, Saugus MAYear of Our Lord, 2018 we have no imagination,my wife and I,so we end up here, nestled alongside Route 1,causeway to the NorthShore. on the menuthe biggest effing burgerthey have a pound of meat dressedout in cheese,with a great stack of onion. my wife in all things (almost)moderates herself with…
Three Poems by Christopher Kennedy

I Have Approximated Lightning There is the ghost and then the ghost’s shadow. By ghost, I mean memory. By shadow, I mean nothing. Or God. Or feral animals. I could mean father or mother, but I have decided that ghosts are preferable to parents, that feral animals are preferable to absent gods. I grin to…