Oral History of a Touch-Starved Maniac Can it be in Byzantium 547CE a king steps from his bath at the same moment I glance inside a Starbucks window and see my own reflection staring back like a wolf lean with desire for the pack to … [Read more...]
Poetry Archive
2 poems by Bola Opaleke
WORDS THAT MAKE US INTO BEASTS how now can the gods not protect us from the rotten words into which our bodies melt – the swollen forest of grief where only black sunshine rises. the butterflies mold their wings from the bruised green … [Read more...]
2 poems by Mateo Lara
Finally, my hands are glowing For all the transgender warriors’ lives lost in 2017 Chico, hear me out, 25 of my deities have vanished this year. Their colors stain my skin and I want them back. I’ll let you slither into my temple, If you give me … [Read more...]
3 poems by Alexis Quinlan
You’re alone in a room you have nothing for (and by) Vito Acconci When I started out as a poet didn’t want abstraction abstraction used by religion politics didn’t want any of that. The worst thing art and architecture do is … [Read more...]
2 poems by Rikki Angelides
No Place I started a project for an isolated tree I know googled “unconventional girdle use” and looked at the girdle section on Amazon I showed that tree a video called “How to Perform a Citizen’s Arrest” and laced her up in a plus size bustier … [Read more...]
Two poems by Trace DePass
attn: you who take us by force, a palindrome i thought about what i would say at your lightning which pierced me, how each he has to forgive him: for this. me running to forgive him; you, boy defaced by other man (to a man.) and might, … [Read more...]
2 poems by Brook Bhagat
I Get Found, 1974 My beloved was born with a pebble in his hand, a red stone burning. He dropped it in the moment between the womb and the catching, the landing in hands, twisted down for just a blink and let it go. Still gleaming from the … [Read more...]
2 poems by Zachary Lavoie
early october i have nightmares in the honeysuckle hour between sunrise and when you wakebruises from sleeping with my legs crossed tightly and my arms under … [Read more...]
4 Poems by Larry Beckett
46 Kerouac’s walking in the memory snow, in a short story, over the lost diamond, dusk coming on, he’s got to hurry: after the lover’s sonnets, holy psalms; summers of indulgence, this winter of sacrifice. The low down sky; no choice, flakes … [Read more...]
A poem by Mohammad Afandideh
we have made the weapons we have devoured the chests do not accuse the words maybe "war" wishes to be the name of a flower. … [Read more...]
Three new poems by Mark Young
A line from Woody Guthrie Real men now care about skincare. They perm their hair, have their eyebrows shaped. It's been going on for over a year, part of a major breakthrough in the global effort to ban conflict diamonds. Some say it's … [Read more...]
Two poems by Brittany Helmick
My Self-Care I’ve learned, is to keep my lavender growing. My daughter says she is scared to go to school. Says she is worried because the president hates Mexicans. I pulled the sage from my pocket and wrapped her fingers ‘round. She asks … [Read more...]
4 poems by Mark Terrill
Ode to the Obvious A road untraveled like a fever unmeasured, the distance vaporizing in the heat of the moment; the representations are no longer visible. The world takes on a hue. Sub-somewhere, sub-something, you’re down there where you … [Read more...]
3 poems by Matthew Woodman
Self-Portrait I’ve fashioned profession out of crow call and graphite, blind stubbing blunt instruments against a blank white sky. Ain’t how fall you far what gets you. It’s the lines you fence, the limb you didn’t lop in time to stop the … [Read more...]
No Meaning: 4 poems by Michael Lehman
//// Names cut in aspen wiped out by a bear claw No meaning but this Big Woods A thousand years of stillness No thought but breath out at dawn in at sunset Mist along the creek The apex of the wedge squeals Ground … [Read more...]
5 Poems by Jeff Bagato
Swimmers on 20th Street Swimmers on 20th weave thru traffic with long strokes, kicking up foam & high, lone spire, wet motion rising & collapsing at the same time, mute grills and eyes flashing bright in the dawn, steel … [Read more...]
Poems by Heidi Williamson
The weight of news ‘I had lost not only a place but the past that goes with it, the clues from which to construct a present self.’ Eavan Boland, Object Lessons Until I walked this road again, I would have sworn it was steeper. That the … [Read more...]
6 poems by Lucas Margarit, translated by Katherine M. Hedeen
piety 1 1 A signal emitted by birds at the coldest moment of night. There is no longer devotion to holy things. Representation outside the borders of a wall-less cemetery. Raised rebuilding of a star that wavers or disappears. Other waverings and … [Read more...]
3 poems by Kyle Harvey
The World Beyond the Poem for Neeli Cherkovski The pumpkins are almost big enough to carve to let rot on the front porch the death of it the candle wax & mold of it the candle wax of death I’ll figure it out but not … [Read more...]
3 Poems by Hawa Allan
Sounds Like Dawn To grieve is to grope inside a black box, and sense no edge until light bleeds through, at first dark red, then lighter still, slowly insinuating as if through the thin, sebaceous flesh of an eyelid. And now I … [Read more...]
New Poems by Gary Cummiskey
A wave of the leg to Shams We’re cruising at 39 000 feet yet with the mountains so high I feel I could just put my hand out the window and touch the snow-capped peaks. I’m exhausted from this extra-long flight, but the hotel in Venice … [Read more...]
5 Poems by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
Haymaker July raves, deliriously green. The feverfew stands three feet tall! Its yellow faces ringed with white ruffs. A songbird perches in a birch. Its wings, still when it sings. How your heart is, inside mine. We thread our loom with … [Read more...]
Two poems by Michael O’Shaughnessy
The Breeze from the Box Fan Is My Muse Today i’m trying to bring it all together all my better demons, those wicked muses ferocious for discovery, brazen moves, leaps into the abyss, surreal at the vanguard, open the door without thought, and then … [Read more...]
2 poems by Jim Nawrocki
Philip Whalen’s Chair First to arrive, I wait inside the empty circle for our zazen to begin. The basement waits too, so thick with quiet and so dim it’s almost dark. Against the back door, windows green with a wet and waving … [Read more...]
6 poems by Michael Begnal
A Press of the (O) Mind 1. Phones dropped in the damp night of leaves a drizzly night picking them up then the signals dropped and trying to pick it up but that eventually they had numerous pictures of themselves online and texted some … [Read more...]
Three Poems by Alfred K. LaMotte
Pledge I pledge allegiance to no flag. I pledge allegiance to no nation, no government, no border. True patriotism is rebellion. True rebellion is joy. Cast down the mighty, the masters of war. I pledge allegiance to the poor. I pledge … [Read more...]
Poems by Drew Gardner
I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS I have a problem with this idea about detonating bacon through harm reduction from putting out the bacon fires with fresh bacon. It’s pretty screwed up. Let’s learn to like it— (puts bacon in pan on stove) There … [Read more...]
Two poems by Vasilis Steriadis, translated by Yannis Livadas
The Greek poet Vasilis Steriadis [Βασίλης Στεριάδης] was one of the leading figures of Greek poetry during the period 1970-2000. Steriadis was born in 1947 in Volos and died in Athens, where he was working as a lawyer, in 2003. He studied at the … [Read more...]
the leaves are changing
the leaves are changing somewhere outside brewster it’s rare that we leave new york the island but here we’re moving with the changing leaves north on interstate weeping willow slowly changing it’s … [Read more...]
Poems by Marcia Arrieta
and therefore in such controversies where the question is put, who shall be judge? who shall decide the controversy? into the forest tumbling [dreams] iconoclast redemption the garden in the desert awaiting answers [dreams] to know the … [Read more...]
Anaphora: Four Approximations
1. This is the last time i heard music: gray scarves for the painted constellations. Eyes for trees, the flower or god's mouth? A jewel capped by time like sunlight splitting a window. Maybe death is a snowflake on yr tongue. 2. This is … [Read more...]
Three Dream Poems by Z.G. Tomaszewski
Scouting I. Wine bottles roll bow to stern, clank and jumble, a tide inside the vessel, forward and back— I weigh these words, almost as if a god spoke them against the volume of our history: the body, its language, a mythology of self. I … [Read more...]
Two poems: The Nut Graph and Pith
The Nut Graph Fjords of desire are in a reliquary. One survives on ceremonies. A harvest forages for some time, rich outturns render some more. Sunlight has its shortcoming. I saw the weaning away of our lariat before we were cuffed by … [Read more...]
Grzegorz Wróblewski: Blue Pueblo
Only for you did I wander around on water. Now it’s worms, black birds. Voices. Someone is calling me… Something on the floor. Illuminations… Circulation of atoms. No zen. I am breathing. Reopening old wounds in Elbastreet. And you are making … [Read more...]
Painted Poetry and Painterly Poetics, an ekphrastic notion part 3: Palimpsest
Now Now is not past, but will be soon, With everything that is to come Under the stars and the white moon. An argued choice we make at noon By midnight sees us drained and dumb. Now is not past, but will be soon. If Armagnac absorbs the … [Read more...]
For Ted Joans: Poems and a Collage by Steve Dalachinsky
Le Corbeau et Le Courbet – for Ted Joans (written at Café Le Roquet – Paris 1/30/06) today the light is so bright diffused light tracing det snoaj like a backward shadow @ the origin of the world memoir of a pr. of bronze balls too cold to fuck … [Read more...]
Opium Tales at the End and two more poems by Sam Silva
Narco Trips and Stasis Ugly men not mean as a rule but stunted and demented full of strange patterns that their dreams journey on at night ...some nights, though, are sleepless ...they mutter against a droning TV where the Amazon channel plays … [Read more...]
Poetry by Line Toftsø
* The opposite of a rock the daily life of your fingers look how the birds are shining hawthorn is piercing through clumps of hair a woolen mitten smells of gasoline ash is a warm grey as early as an eye it happens that I confuse slow with soft … [Read more...]
Civilization’s Lost: Poems by Jeff Bagato
From Palace to Palace One leap over the horns of consecration— a fine arc pleases the mistress of animals so she shows her … [Read more...]
ghost town – six poems by Chris Turnbull
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