WHAT AM I NOT A MAKER Is it possible to know you must apologize with everything you have for offering the perfect gift? How could that even feel? It sounds occult. I want it, and somehow I speak for everyone. It’s beautiful. I know it’s beautiful. You don’t need to write So beautiful. I’m trying to know I’m … Continue reading A Poem by Macgregor Card
The Conversation The head of the stranger I sat across from disappeared then reappeared then disappeared then and so on. I continued talking and listening to the head even when it wasn’t the voice continued to travel toward from above the and I did not let on that anything strange may be maybe a migraine-induced hallucination that head thought putting me in her place … Continue reading Two Poems by Suzanne Wise
by Traver Pam Dick 1 Then one moment it dawned on me, I turned into Traver. 2 Crossroads like of philosophy and lit. Poetry and fiction. 3 Prose poem qua transverse. Lines as stanzas, steps in weird proofs, notes. Traver got blue shoulders. 4 Forms are aspect shifts. Facing different directions. Two faces, hourglass. Duck-rabbit. Dick-Traver. Mode swings. 5 It’s too hot in here, … Continue reading Trans Verse (or, Traver’s Tranifesto)
Lapping City I walked across an endless square and saw myself walking The people in morning come and by evening walk back across bridges The water, everywhere lapping at souls, no cars’ machinery Sounds, winch turning, a motor, voices Memo Oar Lisp Ostrich above punched equilibrium accosted fabric tithe emit sequence register launching hunch thimble reason pressure … Continue reading Two Poems by Vincent Katz
Lost and Found You find yourself quite comfortable in the bony clothes of death, though you seem to have lost the feeling of, well, feeling. Light moves through you easily and eerily, as though life were a window that was broken when you found it so you can admire without shame its fracture-stars that never set, though you find you get a little lost when … Continue reading Three Poems by Joy Ladin
In a famous 1959 essay entitled “The Two Cultures,” C.P Snow argued that the sciences and humanities were at a serious impasse, suffering from “mutual incomprehension.” The lack of common ground made communication between the two cultures difficult if not impossible. Due to accelerated overspecialization, suspicion ran high in both camps. To illustrate the climate of cultural paranoia that existed in America in the 1950s, … Continue reading The Black Hole Between Science and Art
from The Seam Perhaps a sungrazer cleaved into chunks— does the ice at the center persist in some other state like us never bother to melt Will we vaporize as completely transformed by the shock of ravaging atmosphere especially here where a fringe of tamped-down grass surrounds a field sown with untenable seed unbecoming hailed down upon now by the pitted blisterhot … Continue reading Three Poems by Shanna Compton
REVERSE ECLIPSE : OPEN DOME (J.M. Schaeberle / L. Connor) The sun in flames? The surface of the Moon burning? Round vernicle acidic tears spherical timeless or even more? the sky in flames glowing with a light of inner faith fiercely ascending from the depths piercing the helpless cupola of light and blinding it? architecture eclipse stone and crackling of burning paper shriveling as … Continue reading REVERSE ECLIPSE : OPEN DOME, by Mercedes Roffé (translated by Margaret Carson)
Us of Anna sometimes, you’d like to is bigger than bank accounts, or desire thereof, accumulation of which in the absence of it seems enough delusions to be equal sum of some spectacular, etc. yet, ponds are made motives necessity to emulate with held hands, entertained turtles on a log, girl’s laugh, us of Anna sun shifts branches smile from in but each … Continue reading A Poem by Steven Karl
from **Pink Adrenaline Star** 1 Fifth plateau everything was gold rhizome hu vibrational still you’ve had bad 2004 slim pickens aging young rebel trio and was fixing the place city of because most Flash the horizon events that occurred cornbread croutons Anonymous waltz SynthCoke low membrane the subtle vibrations lunapark mix and the by your pen et tu his mother is beats and … Continue reading Three Poems by Christina Strong
by Nicholas A. DeBoer I. Biographical/Introductory Who is he to be evil? A toppled man. people don’t change. They only stand more revealed.” (Olson, Maximus to Gloucester: Letter 2) Within the infinite losses of sixteen million humans in the Great War, including T.E. Hulme & Henri Gaudier-Brzeska, Ezra Pound felt a loss that echoed throughout the 20s. Combined with his own judgment of failure as … Continue reading To the End of Ezra Pound
from Left Having Which would not be grown together That one foot now is one foot then And would not be grouped further Regardless of the research that had been done But what happened was further And would not be grouped together That what happened would not be further And would not be grouped together And … Continue reading A Poem by Jesse Seldess
Oyelet You were sure about the street. It had overwhelmed written all over, or the sharp edge of civilization. Pretty new. State-wide enforcement of fair weather or yellow weather jackets led us all to the hidden love scene in some cave, and on our way, you remind me of manstrength. You need that to uproot. The man with your last job is especially proud of … Continue reading A Poem by Kelsa Trom
Today We made collages Orchid hats with little plum mouths Waxy arms bending towards hips Dancers in wide white pants Gallantly walking towards the park My memories of summer unwinding Meticulous spinning Cayuga Way, Keats Road… Driving from one dead person to another The circle rotating, creating an endless blue vacuum Is it a secret hiding place? What is there under your wallpaper? A … Continue reading A Poem by Christine Shan Shan Hou
Part 1: Queer Rhetoric and the Therapy of Watching Movies Judith Halberstam, in “Shame and White Gay Masculinity,” her response to the University of Michigan’s 2003 conference at the University of Michigan on Gay Shame, worried about the potentiality for projecting that shame in other, identity-based ways (her article particularly concerned around race). Certainly Michael Warner anticipated this in The Trouble With Normal when … Continue reading All About Praxis
from HERA CALF SET CLAY FOG you are afraid of the tunnel the Golden Nugget is a ferry to Puget Sound, Henry is a steamboat captain who drives the Cape May Ferry to Delaware unless it switches a different course & then in Maine the solar body unexpected in the waves, he’s Jesus & King John cooked him a mud pie … Continue reading Six Poems by Debrah Morkun
Beating Due Headfakes A window or an asp will show you where you took your wrong turn. Neptune has certain objects that we possess, as fellows of the universe, but now is not the time to claim them. Nor is it the time to let Neptune know we are cohabitants. In time, in time. Hands agree to write as we get smarter, even as the … Continue reading Three Poems by Matthew Rotando
Since its introduction to US medical schools in the early 1970s, interest in literature and medicine has steadily gathered steam, blossoming into a full-fledged academic field featuring a broad range of theories, sub-disciplines, and competing methodologies. Literature & Medicine, launched in 1982, has served as the principal forum for growth and serious conversation around the subject, publishing side-by-side the work of health educators, bioethicists, linguists, … Continue reading Taking Its Pulse: Poetry in the Context of Narrative Medicine