“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
Review by Alison Watkins The Last Vispo Anthology: Visual Poetry 1998-2008 Nico Vassilakis and Crag Hill, editors Fantagraphic Books, 2012 The Last Vispo Anthology, by Nico Vassilakis and Crag Hill, seeks to capture the explosion of visual poetry that surfaced as the result of computerization and digitization intersecting the humanities in the decade between 1998-2008. By naming the collection The Last Vispo Anthology, Vassilakis and … Continue reading The Last Vispo Anthology, edited by Nico Vassilakis and Crag Hill
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
by j/j hastain Review of Snowflake / Different Streets Wave Books, 2012 I do not sense much difference (in tone of language or in language itself) between Myles’ poems and her prose writing. Regardless of genre there is always this feeling of being in a fucked up richness–a richness that is dense and also rooted–rooted in manifestations of magnificence (“an edible saint” / “I imagine … Continue reading Creative Engagement with Eileen Myles’ Snowflake
by Jordan Antonucci Scalapino’s The Dihedrons Gazelle-Dihedrals Zoom is remarkable in its physical and lyrical layers. It takes its readers to an imaginative space that lives at the bottom of the psyche and provides characters that continue to leave a space open for interpretation. She creates a deep dream state from which the reader surfaces occasionally in reality to encompass world issues and basic human … Continue reading WRI(GH)TE [ING] PUNCTUATION: READING LESLIE SCALAPINO
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
Troubling the Line: Trans and Genderqueer Poetry and Poetics Edited by TC Tolbert and Tim Trace Peterson Now Available: Troubling the Line: Trans and Genderqueer Poetry and Poetics Edited by TC Tolbert and Tim Trace Peterson Nightboat Books, 2013 Poetry, LGBT Studies | $27.95 paperback, 544 pages, 7 x 10 in Publication Date: 2013 ISBN: 978-1-937658-10-6 Order via University Press of New England (Nightboat’s distributor) … Continue reading Troubling the Line: Trans and Genderqueer Poetry and Poetics
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
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 allow the dark impending shapes to obscure the presentations completely, … Continue reading Three Poems by Tony Towle
by Gary Sloboda I first encountered Will Alexander’s poetry after enduring (almost willingly) a six-year lapse in my own writing. To a recovering non-writer, the amplitude of Alexander’s poetry exploded and reinvigorated what had degenerated into the shorn lingual sphere I had come to inhabit. Since reading Alexander’s works, such as Asia & Haiti, Above the Human Nerve Domain, and The Sri Lankan Loxodrome, his … Continue reading The Practice of Worlds: Will Alexander’s “Compression and Purity”
by Chris Tysh I don’t fuck much with the past but I fuck plenty with the future –Patti Smith [1] ● “One day, I awoke” “& found myself on” “a subway” (3) ● Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita[2] mi ritrovai per una selva obsura for the straight way was lost ● A sea of stories[3]: in the endless night I ride below … Continue reading Alice Notley: Sheets of Time in Contemporary Lyric Practice
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 The paranoid hits the nail on the head No matter … Continue reading Three Poems by Sam Lohmann
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 thrusting. She untied her ebony dress, her amber hair … Continue reading Poetry by Michael Leong
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 neatly quacked left to talk amongst themselves. unpacked they fly … Continue reading Three Poems by Myl Schulz