Sleep By Todd Davis On the ridge above Skelp Road bears binge on blackberries and apples, even grapes, knocking down the Petersens’ arbor to satisfy the sweet hunger that consumes them. Just like us they know the day must come when the heart slows, when to take one more step would mean the end of […]
CHET BAKER by Emily O’Neill The way someone loves me in the dictionary is as good as any other. I keep looking for the proper sun to lace my tongue with. To burn on me for days. There’s an arrogance when the solo hits: it’s the paginated clamor of car crashes I keep beside me […]
September Tomatoes By Karina Borowicz The whiskey stink of rot has settled in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises when I touch the dying tomato plants. Still, the claws of tiny yellow blossoms flail in the air as I pull the vines up by the roots and toss them in the compost. […]
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Untitled By Mary Jo Bang The story is written, the slip of a girl is loosed And her life folds over. Against the cold, the waiting For the what will happen. The next. Wonderful Awful. The blonde in a chemical bath. The story keeps on being written As a woman who waits for never to […]
License By Alice Notley None of it’s there that you cared for, so familiar furniture and paintings. The medals aren’t there either I’m still there but it isn’t; I’m here; sword, I have sword?—?imagine?—?and disguising protect- ive the ancient helmet. Her head was cut off nonetheless. The man brought the head along to the doctor: […]
Many great films by Smokey Farris Many great films Includes scenes filmed At midnight During a phone call Causing her to sit up in Bed not unlike Turnips sprouting Green whiskers In ankle breaking dirt clods.
The Wreck By Don Paterson But what lovers we were, what lovers, even when it was all over— the bull-black, deadweight wines that we swung towards each other rang and rang like bells of blood, our own great hearts. We slung the drunk boat out of port and watched our sober unreal life unmoor, a […]
The Cancer Port by Robert King It’s called a port, a harbor, haven, home, a city on the coast of my chest opened for a passage into my heart—which we say is where emotions live—and it’s embedded, slipped into a shallow nest of flesh, a bump, a lump under the skin on the right so […]
Ephram Pratt Sings of a Solipsistic Failing by Jack e Lorts Solipsistic in nature, the hands on the clock, indeed, the fingers on the hands reaching into air, into the silence milling loosely in a country of loss, end in elegance, like a poem framed in silence. Let it sing in its strange and lilting […]