O love, how did you get here? O embryo Remembering, even in sleep, Your crossed position. I didn’t call you. I didn’t call you at all. Love, love, the low …
ishmael (Mark Roberts)
coming at dawn to swim in the ocean baths they find a dead whale half the size of the pool floating like a cut puppet fins & tail tugged by …
Competition (Robert Verdon)
sad regions stretch like backyards visited long ago like the tongue encountering an icicle like Jacob in Blake’s painting they loll under the charcoal moon in the hush of the …
Elementals (Stuart Barnes)
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers— Two. Of course there are two. First, are you our sort of person? The word of …
Six Untitled Poems (Bekah Steimel)
I. A woman like a swallow’s throat not curled up but slumped suicidal gestures always take too much energy and crash upon the wrong ears this time your own heard …
Mykonos (Stuart Barnes)
after Sylvia Plath’s ‘Lesbos’ Friction In that block Of flats. From six A.M. you’d modernise. I’d hammer, call you Sookie, sook. So scared to relish bareback. Designer duds rook …
Former Child Star (Stuart Barnes)
after Sylvia Plath’s ‘Child’ Your half-moons are the ten absolutely fabulous things. I want to streak them with Covergirl, Puck, Museums of dew Whose waves you intonate – …
Theory of a Shadow (Todd Turner)
Think of a bird now think of its shadow. Imagine a field now picture a lake. Had the shadow not drifted across the field you might have missed a fire-bird …
September on Gasworks Bridge (Todd Turner)
It has been a long day to say the least. Wind, rain, shadows, stone. So I take a walk. Standing on Gasworks Bridge, I watch the river run east, run …
Leaving My Place on the River (Todd Turner)
Standing at the window, looking out onto the river for the last time, I turn my thoughts to a field where I stood as a child. The wind is blowing. …