Tag: Poetry

Three Life Sentences for Bad Survival: Original Poetry by Susan Lewis

From Each her deadlift limitation, to each her accordion need. Wandering towards wonder at the old one-two as if physics could say if not save the day, steal if not seal the deal, stave if not stow the dole drilled from the spoils of this ever spill. Weep if you think worse of anyone than…
Book Excerpt: Six New Clark Coolidge Poems from Radium Out Cold

These poems are a kind of pure poetry that reflects the the writer’s life work of interacting with language. For those who are drawn in, this work can take on an importance that permeates how we think and hear and see and live, complete with an ongoing sense of play and utter joy in the…
Seven Poems from the Future: Jerome Sala

The Last Words of the Replicant, or, Blade Runner Revised “I have tasted flavors of which my fellow replicants have never even dreamed … I have consumed Sweet Mango Pringles in South Koreaand Hawaii-style Poke-bowl crisps in Hungary.I have gobbled down chocolate-coated snacks in Finland and Lasagna-flavored potato chips in Thailand.But I have never understood why…
Side A Poetry: “The Strategy of Tension” by Christopher Blackman

The Strategy of Tension At a bar, lobsters millin the corner claw machine,waiting to be pulledfrom their situation,from brine into boilfilling the room with the smellof displaced sea, pluckedfrom bedrooms to be usedin amusements, consumedby men in cargo shorts.Not to quote Dostoevsky,but this might be our greatest sin:destroying and betraying ourselvesfor nothing. Friends,I don’t need…
Poetry for Side A: “Militia Lands Hunger” by Jonathan Memmert

Militia Lands Hunger they’re out there— they wait for the likes of youliberal likes they so dislikelikes so unlike them they meet train drill exercisein quasi synchronized precisionas onslaught takeover practices fantasize they dress in para uniform camouflage guisesbare tattooed ideology from under their skinstand sentry cocked and locked as white rise political voices sound…
Haunted Passages Poetry by Eliot Cardinaux: “From the Surface of Time’s Ambivalence”

A broadcast of our non-existence, which terrifies others, comes through the Radio of Wet Clay & writes itself in my notebook. About the future distinguished—not by its undecidedly analog or digital construction—but from this present, living future (no, not precisely living; the word would be adjective)—it is said, that it risks going forward without an…
“where we sharpen ourselves on the scoliotic spine of Death’s scythe”: A Haunted Passages Poem by Panika M. C. Dillon

we hide in the belly of a beast who would burn Troy & hollow out a home in the rubble of Rome. Zaporizhzhia: a power station, a cage of swords paved in prayer cards you sent by the truckload. we’re bound for hell with gongs tied to our galoshes. not you though. you can keep…
Poetry for Haunted Passages: “Doxology (Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Amen)” by Amanda Roth

My ghosts and I have it backwards—I do all the haunting and they want to be left alone. Can’t I have what I’ve been promised? Amen and amen and so forth? I just wanted the hem of your robe. If not, closure. My nerves never tangled into the sound of your voice. I could stay…
Haunted Passages: Two Poems by John Bradley

Premonition That a Head Will Take the Shape of a Spellbound Bird When a spell enters the mouth, three strands of sea-greensilk go flying over the ocean. It could be noted they smell like a pickle left on a plate before a blindfolded surgeon. Thrumming and humming, the silk strands melt abovethe White Sands Desert.…