Tag: Vol. 9

  • From Vol. 9: “In My Dreams There’s No One in the Maternity Ward,” a poem by Tessa Livingstone

    From Vol. 9: “In My Dreams There’s No One in the Maternity Ward,” a poem by Tessa Livingstone

    In My Dreams There’s No One in the Maternity Ward I keep having dreams they take her from mewhen I hadn’t finished. I wanted her more. I wander halls in search of nurses. Babies.Their open mouths. Their frantic chantings. Nothing stirs here—only the peahenwho roosts in tall open trees, scratches at leaf litter, preens brown…

  • “Picking,” a collaborative short story by Kim Magowan & Michelle Ross from Vol. 9

    “Picking,” a collaborative short story by Kim Magowan & Michelle Ross from Vol. 9

    Picking I’m picking lemons from the lemon tree beside the back porch of a man I met a week ago at a fundraiser for the local cat shelter. Cocktails and Cats. I was mostly there for the cocktails, Josh was mostly there for his ex-wife, Maggie. She’s one of the shelter’s directors. “She’s my best…

  • From Vol. 9: “From The Self Is Being Thought,” poetry by Amie Zimmerman

    From Vol. 9: “From The Self Is Being Thought,” poetry by Amie Zimmerman

    from The Self Is Being Thought III. presented with the frameworkof fevers, faith, moonlight and such other violencean obvious definition of self I amnot ready to acceptI, predictably, am violentin my plunge to sleep greedy the dried-up bird bath I steady refuseto clean out and fillthe mock orangethat either smells like grape Kool-Aidor jasmine tea…

  • From Vol. 9: “birthday poem” by Patrick Kindig

    From Vol. 9: “birthday poem” by Patrick Kindig

    birthday poem today there are marigoldsblooming in the street& i mean this literally.there are marigolds risingfrom the seam betweenthe curb & the pavement,twelve of them, marigoldsappearing unexpectedlywhere no marigolds shouldbe. today there are marigoldsblooming in the street & iam a little bit older, a littlemore likely to diewithout warning. i am older& more likely to…

  • Three Poems by Anat Zecharia (Translated by Tsipi Keller) from Vol. 9

    Three Poems by Anat Zecharia (Translated by Tsipi Keller) from Vol. 9

    Lust Nothing is more useless than Godhe doesn’t stroke my foreheaddoesn’t stretch a moist tongueto lustfully lick the bloodfrom every high hill and every mountain peakand under every green tree.1Most of the time I divine the innerparts of his body(his sharp resinous odor riseslike the odor of sex)find him in the blue reflecting from the…

  • Two Poems by Eddy Jordan from Vol. 9

    Two Poems by Eddy Jordan from Vol. 9

    Theatre for Realtors An afternoon for burning, we lookin houses.A chance to makesome theatre for realtorswe say, realtorsare people too we think.We talkloud, walk wide, itch our invisible beards together. What do you think honey? It’s nice, I mean, but the kitchen? Kitchens can be redone. Sure, but— The lighting is nice. The lighting is—…

  • Two Fictions by Teague von Bohlen from Vol. 9

    Two Fictions by Teague von Bohlen from Vol. 9

    Bombs in Dogs My ex Shelly and her new husband are moving out of town, a little over an hour’s drive from here. It’s a planned community on what’s now a golf course, but the whole thing used to be the municipal airfield back before the regional airport went in. They say they’ve treated the…

  • “Hourglass, Hourglass,” an essay by Loie Rawding from Vol. 9

    “Hourglass, Hourglass,” an essay by Loie Rawding from Vol. 9

    Hourglass, Hourglass 12:11 a.m.We lost power, just as my body was turning to stone and sinking into the wet concrete of Sunday sleep. The whole house. The street. From here to Broadway there was no light, no heat, only a failing sense of time. The missing spark of the water heater, the lung collapse of…

  • Poems & Mixed Media by Jeffrey Grunthaner from Vol. 9

    Poems & Mixed Media by Jeffrey Grunthaner from Vol. 9

    *Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Revisions For the moment he does summertime with an alexandrine mounted in air,inscribed in a space of appropriation—a hundred-foot colossus in black colorsof the sea, or sea anemone from an immensely high beam leaping down with agreat flourish of dust. Rode into focus on a saddleless little…

  • From Vol. 9: Two Bird Quizzes by Rose Hunter

    From Vol. 9: Two Bird Quizzes by Rose Hunter

    Albatross Quiz Various species of albatross cana. circumnavigate the globeb. fly to the moonc. become curses and symbols of atonement To make it through the doldrums, albatrosses musta. be one of the smaller speciesb. use more energyc. acquire a positive attitude; push through it Those who have not seen an albatross in the flesh includea.…