Meet Me at the Center of the Earth — after Nick Cave’s Soundsuits 1. bodies name the sound they make all this hullabaloo an outstretched arm festooned with ivy sequins 2. bride of tessera decor becomes body — history’s second- hand sweaters 3. tresses shake neon yellow orange red kin to the abominable fabulous … Continue reading Poetry by Candy Shue
Robin, Spring The robin, claws hidden in tall grass, hops forward and sings a solitary note, hops once more, stopping to sing two notes, which loop through the air, then tilts its head to eye the ground, flies off to a nearby tree. Thanksgiving Morning Red flowers on their stems in a glass vase of fresh water on a wooden table where a petal has … Continue reading Two Poems by Burt Kimmelman
Neighbor Dear neighbor, I want to say this correctly, you are a fine neighbor, listen to me say, fine neighbor, we are even pleasant with each other. Oh neighbor, fine neighbor, say it different, good neighbor, I presume. Sorry neighbor, I’ve dedicated myself to the above. Sorry neighbor, we are finally above ground. It is nice, this atmosphere. Sorry neighbor, I see you everywhere, … Continue reading Three Poems by Christine Kanownik
“I am a Roving Gambler, How do you do?”1 And the blue guy is gonna pop out from behind a car Cause Mwani says ‘you’re the chosen one’ This morning turning on Grand from Calamus Avenue Three butterflies danced by the metal poles on the bridge. The ones I used to walk along gripping the chain link Till my ankles buckled. Scared that the … Continue reading Two Poems by Deirdre Flood
Fireworks Live Free or Die Crack the Sky! Crown Brocade Pyro Pulverizer Golden Pyro Fusion Flying Aerial Circus Repeater Phandemonium Bada Bing! Bada Boom! Komodo 3000 Rocket Pearl Twitter Glitter Toot ‘N Twirl Yellow Jacket Jumping Jacks Silver Salute Blue Stars Hissing Cobra Cuckoo Fountain Violets and Crimson Peacock Mountain Tiger Fur Ground Bloom Chinese New Year Lady Liberty Electric Eel Sea … Continue reading Two Poems by Shane Allison
Also Rises the Sun SepticemiaWithHalfCockedSmile reposted your blog DeadDollTantrums reblogged this from TheyShootHowlingPrairieDogsDon’tThey BarelyAtheist shared your deletion FocussedOnShimmer blogged your reposting TotallyWithoutAwe favored your share SlantRhyme liked comment OpalescentSenescence unsubscribed DefrockedCrock blocked your posts Whimsey’sAmnesia friended your status FlagrantPhallicy copied your reposting PotbelliedSpoiler moved your share StubbedToe skipped your comment JiltedDoorframe marked your blog unread IlluminatedTupperware repudiated your reposting JocoseInsomniac commented on … Continue reading Poetry by Charles Bernstein
Dinner with the ghost of Lorenzo Thomas He was wearing a dapper suit and midnight blue brocaded tie–no stripes on him. There was a sparkle in his brown eyes/his ghost was most corporeal You’re still curious about the world, I asked. “Oh yes”, said he spying an Obama 2012 poster. “Brotherman needs to keep smoking!”, he opined The hole in … Continue reading Two Poems by Patricia Spears Jones
Cherimoya The tongue conformed itself around this large glossy darkness, a groove cut from its own kernel, whose tartness cut the overwhelming sweetness of the tongue congealing around the seed. The very notion of sweetness, what is sweetness, how does the flesh cloy to its core, the buttery white flesh of the … Continue reading Two Poems by Elizabeth Robinson
Clapping Hands (Portrait of Beth Weisser) a thought in bow a, passing, into hours a taking into hand beprettying a thought in bow in promise and in postponement in agency, in so long being in agency, contrary purposes. a taking into hand a, passing, into hours beprettying a thought in bow a taking into hand a passing, into hours being, a, beprettying a … Continue reading Poetry by Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino
storm clouds will poison you Dear Infant/Hydrangea, Chains of those flowers will forever connect whatever you’re reading with what I’m reading, what you taste with this next thought. That’s a culture, conjoined. The animals don’t like this. They tear at my shirt, slobber and tell me material is caring more about what’s present than what’s not. This isn’t always possible, but we can … Continue reading Three Poems by Laura Neuman
from Time Being Julia and I clean out my studio and the little room behind water’s been getting in moldy sponge cakes sprout from linoleum throw out two boxes of trash organize paintings and painting desk paints brushes boxes of little cut out pieces unfinished collage sits on the desk last pieces waiting for me to paste in place clear writing desk shelve … Continue reading Poetry by Joseph Torra
Philosopher’s Window for A.G. Massachusetts Aschenbach, there is no dying, just memory/ its pursuit. What we desired was/ remembering one’s desires which were remembering if only one could just remember/ that sea on which we look beyond its metaphor or if/ there were some figure passing metaphor— not literal, not salt nor … Continue reading Poetry by Michael Snediker
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 i know the horn the given instrument of his singing … Continue reading Notebook 20, Pages 69-73: Poetry by Hank Lazer
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 sound rolls it slowly through the vestibule disclaims my reply. … Continue reading Three Poems by Patricia Rose Straub
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 first novel, With One More Step Ahead, was published in … Continue reading Poetry by Goro Takano
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 characters crowd each margin, disobeying the pre-printed dates. After an … Continue reading Poetry by Caroline Maun
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, the babies, the babies! “I can’t hear a word you’re … Continue reading Two Poems by Susan M. Schultz
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 frustrated or else there’s no way I could, you know, make art; a tiny fluffy puppy barks at and challenges a piece of broccoli lying on the floor. … Continue reading Five Poems by Lonely Christopher
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 two of these many anonymous personas would speak only … Continue reading Two Poems by Angela Genusa
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 frightening maw, a particularly mysterious and frightening vagina embroidered on … Continue reading Two Poems by Nada Gordon