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New Poem by Jennifer Smith: “So This is My Career”
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AMPHIBIOUS In Hokusai’s “Kanagawa Wave,” the boatmen look like a school of masquerading fish about to d…
ACTION IS PRETTY / image by Amalie Flynn This is a drill. This is only a drill. They voted to abolish history.…
There Will Be No Irish Pennants “Discipline organizes an analytical space.” [1] Field Day & Inspection. Wi…
RABBIT TRAILS in the Texas dust. We’re flat in the dirt so we can poke around down there with a long st…
messages from below the radio signals emanated from the depths commuters puzzled over the whistles and …
When the goddess cries out,
her voice is a mountain against
the fighting. But the old soldier
keeps…
NAUGHT There is naught to be done for it: We are over As the ocean is over its attraction And is now crawling Back fr…
SOUNDINGS Things, your black b-ball shoes, loose-laced, open-tongued, curse one corner; your books, benched, t…
New Poetry from DA Gray: “Cactus Tuna”; “We Return from the Holy Land. God Stays”; and “…
my brother, the Marine the recruiters come weeks earlier than agreed— arrive in alloy, aluminum with authority…
GNATS Evening fire sparking over Sutro’s rim, igniting cirrus dragons drifting away from the sun. Jules and I, enthra…
On Orthodox Easter in Mariupol We finished our jelly beans red and yellow, purple, green, the last bite of cho…
New Poetry by Nidhi Agrawal: “The Goddess Incarnates;” “Cow Dust;” and “Emancipation…
MATRIARCH ninth great-grandchild spits up peas seventh and fourth declare themselves winners I bundle the children in…
ORANGE It’s June, and a few stubborn ones still hang on the trees. We stand on the back of the pickup to pluck one— s…
We set small bowls of sugar water
on the garden’s edge. Bees were scarce
since the freeze which had almos…
Hetch Hetchy There are two signs on The towel rack. One says, “cozy” and explains that The towel rack Heats your towe…
No matter where we are, the oceans
meet us in some form.
I am small
and my daughter (who is only…
Beatitudes I. The Lord blessed us with knowledge. Twin curses, good and evil. Why else plant the luscious tree…
SPIDER / 150 Thick in Louisiana swamps Atchafalaya Basin Hot cypress shooting out Stretching in that bayou Where pipe…
TOUCHSTONE My child’s fairy-tale quilt is frail: the wizard ripped, the prince bald, the fairy’s wing clipped. Only t…
JUSTIN ALTER, SLIGHTLY DRUNK, ADDRESSES MAYA, WHO IS IN EGYPT Now as I am hungover and queasy stumping about the tilt…
I, born from the womb of
my mother’s remembrances
wrapped in the cocoon
of her story[…]
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STILL I never thought of you as a hopeless romantic; this was news to me. Are you still meditating? Meditate o…
All Wars Are Boyish Autopilot on self-destruct, we went joy riding on tanks into the thermal wasteland. The st…
EACH NIGHT MY MOTHER DIES AGAIN Each night the phone rings— Your mother has passed. Each night I expect to be …
WOUNDED —to Laura Bleating thing without wool Thunder without sound Ghost of wooded peaks, of cons…
A Brief History of the Spanish Conquest Tell me again of that fabulous kingdom where a single ear of co…
SOMETHING LIKE NIGHTFALL something, like night falls slow, as if nothing in the world has ever moved but dista…
Praying at the Temple of Forgiveness for Zea Joy, in memoriam Last Monday you threw yourself, your body, dress…
New poetry by Mary Ann Dimand: “Earth Appreciation” and “Lusting, Stinting”
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ABBA-1975 Abba’s lyrics, like water shot from La Bufadora, mingle with volcanic steam from metallic pots of corn. And…
Politics Every 20 years or so boys dress up And kill each other for fun. It’s the way of the wrack of the world The w…
RABBITS IN AUTUMN Who will find our bones in a thousand years, bleached and brittle under the unyielding sun, scatter…
Aphrodite Urania From a womb of foam I came to be a woman, heavenly gestated from Father, who also brought wea…
REHAB DAY 1 He hadn’t told me, hadn’t stopped drinking drank beer in the hallway near recycling where people b…
my heart is a raspberry juicy yet taut fragile temporal eat it now before it degrades and leaves a tasteless p…
THE WIDENING FAULT / image by Amalie Flynn Parkinson’s Triolet I cup the base of your skull, catch precious ce…
GRASSES QUIVER BEFORE / image by Amalie Flynn ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE In my dream Dad, age one hundred twelve, has…
Airport Luggage Carousel A battered cardboard boxholes punched in the sidetied with frayed ropelid popping upplastere…
Remembering Beirut, Halloween ‘83 The ground beds a stuffed effigy with bulging leaves.Through peculiar affinity it r…
Here are some facts about The Great War. It started in 1913. We know that from books. and the scarred nobles grandma …
The Old Gods (No. 9, 2003) I. The towers bloomed up in the dark Like nails scrolling from dead fingers While around t…