I lift the ban—if you are gone, you will speak your own language. You broke my mother and so you broke me, lost in the thicket of your misfortune. Sharp brittle branches sticky with bird … [Read more...]
Screaming To Escape From All Limitations: An Interview with John Digby
John Digby was born in London in 1938. He began writing Surrealist poetry from the early 1970s. He was influenced by Breton, Eluard, Arp, and Desnos. Although he was living in England, the first … [Read more...]
Three poems by Matt Mitchell
An Ocean of Shaking Hands Each time I bayonet a needle into my gut, I am digging up another dead boy buried in the dark corners of whatever apocalypse hides there. I carry the burden of every … [Read more...]
Four cow poems by Orchid Tierney
From blue doors The epistolemology of the field History refuses a settlement. The field is a category for knowledge. A cow is a period and more likely syntaxis. Cover of grass is blue, … [Read more...]
Two poems by Amy Gong Liu
On my Mother, or Observing Two Deer in the Road with Death Wishes I don’t share the same sentiment, but my brakes are faulty. Say, didn’t you enjoy the sun today? I’ve hurt the people most … [Read more...]
Three poems by Jose Hernandez Diaz
Mrs. Weir Thank you to my high school English teacher, Mrs. Weir, For introducing me to literature. I remember reading The Catcher in the Rye during junior year of high school, And hearing … [Read more...]
Two poems by Lauren Saxon
even now, even still I remain unsettled by the lengths we go to disguise our own loneliness my focus not on the arrows – red roses … [Read more...]
Three poems by Jennifer Vaknine
saving schrödinger’s cat I read an article on my phone on the train about changing truth at the quantum level about making the quarks choose sides & I thought about the time in the … [Read more...]
Two poems by Risa Denenberg
On Becoming a Geode I left high school pregnant, tiny pebble in the chaotic boot of the sixties. Banished for smallminded things— skipping class, protesting war, French kissing in the … [Read more...]
a tribute to creeley — Steve Dalachinsky
1. moments in slow motion withdrawn like light life & their eventuality i can see clear rain thru this bitch day believe in still, a voidless piece … [Read more...]
Three poems by Georges Rose, translated by Bryan F. Flavin
Mer cousue ligne de fer nappe ornée d’oiseaux ciels crevés de soies où s’affalent des lumières imprévisibles par endroit le revêtement de chair avec ses maisons plus lourdes brassards … [Read more...]
Three poems by Helen McClory
Thirty-Five All I want now myself only is to Wear kimonos with velvet Bralets, high-waisted velvet knickers The colour, close enough, of my skin Sit by windows, smoke cigarettes On long … [Read more...]
Two poems by Alex Gallo-Brown
The Normal Ways In the morning her mom is gone and it is just me watching her tip an empty espresso cup to her lips or fuss with a bottle of the spiciest hot sauce on Beacon Hill. There … [Read more...]
Three poems by Denzel Scott
A Train and a Funeral I had to hop a train to bury my most recent dead. His body laid in the funeral home at the other side of the tracks. I parked my car in the liquor … [Read more...]
Two poems by Adenle Iyanuoluwa Deborah
It’s never enough but it’s plenty: it bore other names, one title different from the next, i can't hold on to the shadows. so, i spelt it as mother. As yeshua. … [Read more...]
Four poems by Robert Hogg
Manhattan Daimon (for Nadia and her daughter As moon is to earth and earth about sun turns so I dance at the tree root till woodpecker sing and footfall free Ge from slumber … [Read more...]
Two poems by Amy Watkins
We Help a Friend Move in with Her New Lover She says that she feels safe with him. She says she falls asleep when he drives, like a child who will be carried in to bed. She says this … [Read more...]
Clara B. Jones interviews poet Reuben Jackson
Each month I attend a poetry reading at Zed's Cafe in Silver Spring, MD. Reuben Jackson, poet, jazz scholar, educator, and archivist, was the featured speaker on October 4th and, before he had … [Read more...]
Crown of Sonnets—Me in the Multiverse by Prince Bush
Crown of Sonnets—Me in the Multiverse My head’s four o’clock flowers sprout on cracks In the sidewalk during predawn, concrete and grass Prepares—too early, all asleep—bloom out my head. Last … [Read more...]
Two poems by Todd Dillard
A Door like a Wound The door first appeared in my backyard, white sentinel among anemone sheets unfurling on clotheslines. The next morning I found it laying on the back row of the bus, … [Read more...]
