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 … [Read more...]
Poetry Archive
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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [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. … [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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [Read more...]
Two 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 … [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 … [Read more...]