Poetry

 Susan M. Schultz

Notebook 20, Pages 69-73: Poetry by Hank Lazer

Notebook 20, Pages 69-73: Poetry by Hank Lazer

from Notebooks N20P69   transcription:   who comes to mind      that is this place      that is this time that comes to mind      & thinking here      of thee i sing those on the horizon      feel the swell      & take it home   at each turning      turn & turn so it may be a returning for one […]

 Susan M. Schultz

Three Poems by Patricia Rose Straub

Three Poems by Patricia Rose Straub

Anastrophe Homeward directly, I wish victim to the senses. Absent the smell of balsam fir. Wending its way through the canal, traffic three blocks away. The drum reverberates back lodging the city in my brain. Not mine, the cars. The city belongs to not me. When she asks my name my mother’s ear collects the […]

 Susan M. Schultz

Poetry by Goro Takano

Poetry by Goro Takano

Doggone     _____________________________________________________________ Born in the city of Hiroshima, Goro Takano is an assistant professor in the Faculty of Medicine at Saga University, where he teaches English and Japanese literature. He obtained his M.A. from the University of Tokyo (American Literature), and his Ph.D. from the University of Hawaii at Manoa (English/Creative Writing). His […]

 Susan M. Schultz

Poetry by Caroline Maun

Poetry by Caroline Maun

  Writing Time   One word after another my mother filled these books now neatly boxed, headed to the attic. The writing was what she did daily, like pin-curling permed hair or smoking outside. I didn’t see what she was really doing until she was gone. I fan her pages like a flip-book. Her ball-point […]

 Susan M. Schultz

Two Poems by Susan M. Schultz

Two Poems by Susan M. Schultz

NO CHEESE [Monday. Common area: television, on. Music in background.] Act One: 10 a.m. My mommy’s having a baby! A baby, a baby, a baby! Gloria & Pat sit on the sofa. Pat’s eyes dark, deep, her face white as powder. Gloria has her head on Pat’s right shoulder. Look! Two babies. Twins! The babies, […]

 Gregory Laynor

Five Poems by Lonely Christopher

Five Poems by Lonely Christopher

These five poems are from Lonely Christopher’s Crush Dream, forthcoming from Radioactive Moat. An interview with Lonely Christopher appears in EOAGH. A Tiny Fluffy Puppy I must dedicate this much of my brain to being socially/ economically retarded or else there’s no way I could, you know, make art; a tiny fluffy puppy barks at […]

 EOAGH

Two Poems by Angela Genusa

Two Poems by Angela Genusa

  Watching Amélie For the Umpteenth Time   I am watching Amélie for the umpteenth time it makes me think of a small French village where I would live if I had to do it all over again   I would have a folder named “personas” and the folder would contain only the French content […]

 EOAGH

Two Poems by Nada Gordon

Two Poems by Nada Gordon

  very small pink clump   few things are sadder than the sight of a thin gold anklet trapped beneath a suntan-colored nylon. the people in the morning clutch their warm cups. they have water bottles and sensible shoes, earbuds, catalogs, and weary faces. the world pulses with violence. a garbage car slithers into a […]

 Ruth Lepson

A Poem by Nash Tomey

A Poem by Nash Tomey

  Separations   What is becoming of me in my—ours, (yours) when I run this and   hesitate to show window panes around the white molding. May-   be I can’t feel anything any- more in the cracks.   When (and if) I am wrong to hold some ones for you,   so to speak. […]

 Sueyeun Juliette Lee

Six Poems by Jane Wong

Six Poems by Jane Wong

  Editorial Statment by Sueyeun Juliette Lee: This selection comes from a short manuscript of Jane Wong’s, titled Impossible Map. Wong’s poems speak to me with a dark urgency. They remind me that the world is in slow collapse about us. This patient devastation is mirrored internally, as well. Our memories may one day pepper […]

 EOAGH

Three Poems by Tony Towle

Three Poems by Tony Towle

  Slipstream   If you still have charm you have been underutilized; but tell us, which do you love more, your dagger or the moon? Now withdraw the question and the dagger both from the eye of the beholder and return to the symposium being held on a rock somewhere in the sea. Do not […]

 EOAGH

Three Poems by Sam Lohmann

Three Poems by Sam Lohmann

  After Baudelaire   The day is gray but with bells A pile of boxes under the roses And like a phantom that needs glasses I go, bumping into things Prosaist, enemy of waking Friend of sleepwalking (you said) and Polaroid Photographer of lightless intersections The day is gray but with bells An overdeveloped negative […]

 EOAGH

Poetry by Michael Leong

Poetry by Michael Leong

  from Michael Palmer vs. Michael Palmer              Inside the obscene calm was a spasm, a curdled voice shaking in the snowy eye of the mirror. Nattie nodded at the masked face staring back and struggled to guide her white-hot spear into the iris. A weave of honey and blood immediately spattered from the […]

 EOAGH

Three Poems by Myl Schulz

Three Poems by Myl Schulz

a whole horse half heartedly   a roiling mew of a maw maze of maximum hunger scrutinized under security liable to topple the regime of grasping at straws. stave off to starve aloft felt left bird flaws flu is turning to pigs could fly filling sty eyes with red tears done dry green bills folded […]

 EOAGH

A Poem by Krystal Languell

A Poem by Krystal Languell

  Hate Is Unbecoming              His dreams are of the next sex vacation. Average bodies permitting anonymity that I can’t stomach. My fantasy is that I’ll find another little circus in a parking lot. A broken Zoltar machine in Baltimore one winter, I fed it quarters anyway and wished him out of my blood, […]

 EOAGH

Two Poems by Jessica Dessner

Two Poems by Jessica Dessner

  The Sacrilegious Axe   The sun lighting votives so nature can smack her flower into first-aid for metaphors they go, I go kill a few mobsters no age restrictions milky coffee sprawled on the stoop as if dawn weren’t a fork bearing in on the urge for aphorisms I can make myself assuming I […]

 EOAGH

Two Poems by Lara Candland

Two Poems by Lara Candland

  discrete conjecture between physicians— their richer philological blunders quickened the cure corkless substances wafted on the sinews— your body’s cordage tightens against the doc’s jostling your gored cocoon balances the room’s minuter barometric measurements ** this inscape is more picturesque than you remember—what a spectre! axles resist lifting indurated by an artless disease (wring […]

 EOAGH

Two Poems by Steve Dickison

Two Poems by Steve Dickison

  two from Wear You to the Ball     entered out of sun spectrum to entubed sight “the fashion-plates need to get off at Powell Street” me I’m staying on this train not so far as its terminus but to where the ball of sun its display comes laced with particulate matter off ocean’s […]

 EOAGH

Four Poems by Louie Crew

Four Poems by Louie Crew

Queer Power   Swish, swish, men of America. Cross your legs only at 90-degree angles. Swish, swish! Your fingernails are getting a mite too long. Swish, swish! That fuchsia shirt might be misunderstood. Swish, swish! You’d better lower your pitches and say something evil about your mothers. Swish, swish! You smell too sweet and are […]

 EOAGH

Three Poems by Jackie Clark

Three Poems by Jackie Clark

The Big Tree through the Open Door   Only the under- layer sees itself & it adjusts easily to the mirage If I could sit with my foot touching your foot we could sit in the closet with the light’s string hanging between us & you can be the one who gets to turn it […]