Drunkenness by Aaron Baker After the barlight soft on sweaty faces, After the Bloody Mary, After the Zinfandel, After the Cabernet and the Maker’s Mark, And the ordinary jokes, And then the Greek joke: The Cannibal King said: The earth is round, And the Greek Sailor said: Will you fuck me? Both interpreting the same […]
Me and Martha do the Super Duper by Denise Craft One day at the all night fluorescent grocery, as I watched the fruit flies form a smoky bouquet above the endive and Mr. Penobscott inspect some young and tender shoots; his wife up to her eyeballs in whitefish and all, it suddenly occurred to me […]
Screech by Dane Cobain The screech of rubber and he hit him like a bad boxer, broken bumper and three-starred GTA. I was omnipresent but I didn’t get the numberplate. It happened like a shipwreck – they circled like a vulture and took away the whiplashed forever burning brake-pads, no cops, no green, no nothin’ […]
LOOK AT MY HAND by Randall Nicholas a forest of black and blonde hairs, ridges of wrinkles, ranges of veins, knuckles of nonconformity, with five promontories of horn gripped, extended, and managed by a mind not of this earth.
Koi Pond, Oakland Museum by Susan Kolodny Our shadows bring them from the shadows: a yolk-yellow one with a navy pattern like a Japanese woodblock print of fish scales. A fat 18-karat one splashed with gaudy purple and a patch of gray. One with a gold head, a body skim-milk-white, trailing ventral fins like half-folded […]
Christmas Mail by Ted Kooser Cards in each mailbox, angel, manger, star and lamb, as the rural carrier, driving the snowy roads, hears from her bundles the plaintive bleating of sheep, the shuffle of sandals, the clopping of camels. At stop after stop, she opens the little tin door and places deep in the shadows […]
A Christmas Poem by Charles Potts The Roman Emperor Constantine made Christianity the official religion. He was looking for a powerful God to make his wars easier. Actually he converted to Judaism, Mono-Theism. Don’t fuck with me. I’m the emperor of Rome and God is on my side.
Moment by Carol Gloor At the moment of my mother’s death I am rinsing frozen chicken. No vision, no rending of the temple curtain, only the soft give of meat. I had not seen her in four days. I thought her better, and the hospital did not call, so I am fresh from an office […]
Paul Foreman, a native of Granbury, Texas, and a graduate of the University of California at Berkeley, began his literary career in the winter of 1970 with the publication of Hyperion, a poetry journal co-edited with his wife, poet Foster Robertson, and friend Judy Hogan. In 1971, Foreman, a writer himself, founded Thorp Springs Press […]
Nest by Jeff Harrison It wasn’t until we got the Christmas tree into the house and up on the stand that our daughter discovered a small bird’s nest tucked among its needled branches. Amazing, that the nest had made it all the way from Nova Scotia on a truck mashed together with hundreds of other […]