Tag: Poetry

Three Poems by David Brennan

Robert Frost, OMG, above me is the moon and Mars and scalloped dictionariesof cloud falling open to the page obsoletelives on. Like a Jazzercise class with one studentand a militant instructor, that’s how the moonmakes Mars work its lower abs. And the coldis gorgeous and tender, like you, and meanand abrasive, like you, and you…
Poetry: M.G. Martin’s “over & over until again”

it’s not that you get better, worse, or stay the same, but that you are all of the above. you are greater than the sum & are all of the parts. the worst part of your you is me & i will bite the words “i love you” until my teeth abandon my gums. creeley…
Two Poems by Joshua Kleinberg

The Gray—for Frank O’Hara This house is dark like an antique movie.You forget there’s wood underneathuntil the paint begins chipping away,you forget how everything’s just earth.The music drifts in from another room,sleepy and solemn and glazed-eyedand there is the wind, whispering at me,something too ripe with doom to recite.In Texas, they say no one ever…
Two Poems by Mark DeCarteret

Deluge After one day of rainwe could feel in our ankleswhere the nails had been sunkand we knew that His bloodwould somehow fail us. After two days of rainthe children sang of the pavementthey’d once chalked their own halos on—when their tongues weren’t swollenwith the names of those who’dthey stuck them out at with blame.…
Six Poems from Leafmold: F. Daniel Rzicznek

The purpose of fishing is to get healthy. Why I dream and dream of oral thrush is beside any point. A gray-templed monk knelt and swept the colored sands away with one stroke. I could see a man dancing, bleeding, chanting beneath dimmed light and I immediately had a seizure and worst of all spilt…
Three Poems by Gary Glauber

Found and Lost She was pasted firmly in the past,a trivial footnote in a weather-beaten journalgathering dust, unread on a high closet shelf,a brief coupling that held sweet silk memoriesbetween torrents of mood swings and accusations.She wore jealousy and lace, foolishly believingboth might strengthen a shaky relationship.It ended ugly, a paean to passion gone awry.Today…
Two Poems by Brian Beatty

Coyote Coyote—for Tony Fitzpatrick That forest that goesunseen for its own trees is full of mirrors, too: obscure, obsceneAmerican mirrors baring our teeth. We like whatever we notice oncewe dare to re-open our eyes. But those dark unknowns we still fearrun wild through our veins. And in the proud American waybullets whiz by our heads.…
Two Poems from This Is the Way to Rule: Joshua Young

Dear Survivors, we come upon a party of women cutting through the gut of a forest. when they see us approaching, they scatter. we keep shouting, we mean no harm, but just as quickly as we came upon them, they’ve vanished. we can hear breaths and twigs snapping, but cannot see them. our shouts keep…
Two Poems by J. Bradley

Enrolling in the Human League I’m writing you the perfect love song:the beat a gasp from Lloyd Dobblerwhile his stomach collapsesaround my right fist, the lyricscut from your favorite magazines,glued onto construction paperthat matches your eyes. I’ll shave and dress so well,my floor will wear your clothesperfectly. You’ll rememberthe tune, ignore our words. I’m a…