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...]
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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [Read more...]
Language – a poem by Jared Carnie
Language Look. Someone has scattered these words across my dreams. Crunch. Crisp. Squirrel. Lust. Fur. Tender. Nocturnal. Peculiar. Salacious. Fiction. … [Read more...]
Two poems: The Nut Graph and Pith by Sanjeev Sethi
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 … [Read more...]
Lucien Stryk: Zen in the art of translating Zen poetry
Once someone can leave aside the narrowminded attitude, a parallelism with the cultural outcome of the long-gone “counterculture”, and a few more notions considering guidelines for every-day … [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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [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 … [Read more...]