Tag: Poetry

“Mon Cher Apollinaire”: Jordan A. Rothacker’s Death Day Letter to the Father of Surrealism

November 9, 2018 Mon Cher Apollinaire, It has been one hundred years to this day since you left us. Since I was a young Joycean—a generally weird-bookish-kid who at seventeen joined the International James Joyce Foundation, wrestling with angels and giants beyond his grasp and understanding—I have found your name intriguing, your poem “Zone” enchanting,…
Two Poems by Kyle Harvey

Glacier—for Danny Rosen and Jack Mueller We are the sea and we rise with the break offslide-in of ice,the direction easy over grease,the way melt path-slick. We have notany or much time. Or, hell,we may have forever. What will we do? Thesefinal and endless days, does it matter? Why do we expectmeaning to be profound?…
Two Poems by Jill Khoury

For Weeks I Have Been Waiting for Something Pleasant to Write About But to no avail, soI clipped some items from the daily paperWhen I come across these items I send them on It’s better than talking about the goddamn weatherI am a clipperI don’t keep at it too long It’s funny that there are…
Four Poems by Tony Mancus

All the Things Your Head Can Be your head is a pew, you drape its curve. your empty palm, pass the plate along with three dollars pulled from your pocket to stifle your candle-lit worry. the trace of a thought in one dream as it’s drawn across thresholds—your tiny form against a massive door, pressing,…
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…