Category: Poetry
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CREATION by Gerardo Pacheco Matus
They made me with bones, white, yellow, brown & dusty bones, heavy & hollow, broken & shuttered, they made me with bones no one has ever claimed, bones no one will ever bury…
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ARGUMENT FOR LOVING FROM A DISTANCE by Katie Condon
Raining this morning & the foothills are dusted with the gray light that comes with bad weather…
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DEAR MISS GONE by Ben Purkert
I’m hardly alone— like most men, I’ll gaze at anything to avoid looking inward. Like a stream reflects what surrounds but never the face of itself. I mean force, I mean— forget it. Let’s cast ourselves into a pond: a still surface standing forever without a break. Let’s freeze at the tipping point when you…
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HOW I by Melissa Stein
Stupidly. Like a dog, like drought flood, like a vole the hawk lifts screaming to its first and last panoramic. Each want sired want and I was drowning in it— but kept my head just enough above the choking to choke more. A dog, I said, or rat pressing lever unto death. May we all…
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LAMBING by George Kalamaras
Time was too long each winter. Each spring death clung to our tongue. Just below it milled failure and success: lambing seasons that arrived to survive, the job that finally paid, the art of making love even when we felt less than whole…
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THREE POEMS by Caroline M. Mar
THE RAY it lay there, flopping, fish-out-of-water and my heart trembled on the curb the usual fisherman’s talesa woman onlooker upset, that’s animal cruelty flapping in air, fingers hooked to its spiracles as its mouth gaped and shut
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TWO POEMS by Brian Tierney
AUTOPSY OF A SHADOW The letters in the cabinet I carved for a girl who gave me the sea in bits glass bits frosted white near the vase under shadows that lifted from the portrait each evening at five sometimes seven by the East- facing window swaddled baby oil painting one eye peeled white like…
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MORNING ABLUTION by Khaty Xiong
Salt heavy—my oxen skin overrun & ringing Sunday plum—bodies whetted & sold in the East— fruits without flowers—the winter prostitute steel plowed—tender how she glows as the ocean would have me losing ear & piece— passage through veil—each tooth in place for feast…
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FIVE POEMS by Rachel Brownson
MARE INCOGNITUM The slow mineral seep and drip of groundwater, finding each crevice, the cold spreading, downward— the imagined weight of her breast, spreading to fill my hand…
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JESUS DEVIL CURSE by Lisa Lewis
If there’s one thing nobody wants, it’s a mare lame in both fronts. You pinch the fetlock arteries for the digital pulse. You pack the shod hooves with turpentine and sugar to draw the soreness…
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EXHIBIT by Leah Falk
Israel Museum The history of glass, the story of coins— both long tales of fire and trade. A little girl flickers away from her mother’s tour group to rub the mummies. Lo lichtzot, you can’t cross back that far.
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LETTING EVENING COME ON by Joshua Gottlieb-Miller
Seventeen, in a constant state of non-emergency. Walking with my dog, I’d invite neighborhood girls to join me. During the day we would follow the trail through the woods. At night, skirt along the road by the edge of the forest…