Vol. 1.2

Taking It Off At Night by George Bishop

Taking It Off At Night by George Bishop

Poetry, Vol. 1.2, Sept. 2007 So, the older I become the more I’m mistaken for what’s left near the pillow. My watch lays face down on the nightstand looking more like an empty oar lock. My wallet stays an arm length away ready to pull […]

exotica by Kristy Bowen

exotica by Kristy Bowen

Poetry, Vol. 1.2, Sept. 2007 The hooved girl won’t hardly leave the tent. Won’t let the gawkers near enough to touch the glossy tresses, chestnut as a mare. Now, it’s all washtubs and stolen pocket watches, the poison boutonnière. She’d send pigeons if she had […]

the body artist by Kristy Bowen

the body artist by Kristy Bowen

Poetry, Vol. 1.2, Sept. 2007 In spite of the dragon climbing the arc of her back, she is small boned soft bodied. Made for hatpins and pleats. Named after a river, named after a river. The crows lining her middle bleeding into one another, lining the […]

the torturer’s apprentice by Kristy Bowen

the torturer’s apprentice by Kristy Bowen

Poetry, Vol. 1.2, Sept. 2007 In the lights, the blade in his hand resembles a key. Resembles a cure. I hide it beneath my dress when he sleeps, place it against my thigh, where the alloy makes my mouth hurt, makes the horses shake in […]

Lure by Sarah Brook

Lure by Sarah Brook

Poetry, Vol. 1.2, Sept. 2007 In the kitchen, my mom is boiling maize. Water’s motion upward, away from the cadmium glow, running until it spills over. The silver glint from metal on the stove, its flame contained in steel. I remember the weekend at Horsehead […]

Perennials by Sarah Brook

Perennials by Sarah Brook

Poetry, Vol. 1.2, Sept. 2007 Leaves run, scatter like marbles flung by the wind’s hand. Gambling hearts and aces roll numbers, tumbling over green. Porch light timed to attract swarming springtails like poppy seeds. Flocking, fully willing to give themselves up for light. Bodies pressed […]

The Catapult by Harmony Button

The Catapult by Harmony Button

Poetry, Vol. 1.2, Sept. 2007 elbow brushes ankle touch we scratched ourselves in the backyard grass behind the knees chewing a rubber & she is taught sun-kissed. We all crouched behind the wood pile and watched: brown rabbit a bb gun and an awkward moment […]

The Mouth’s Man by Harmony Button

The Mouth’s Man by Harmony Button

Poetry, Vol. 1.2, Sept. 2007 Blind, I smell of water. Whistler, check your pockets: switch grass, rushes. Navigate this: floral, herbal, mulch & fountains a fish fat there for the grabbing. Ferns as soft as feathers stain my hands: wash basin an open mouth.

Your Passport by Harmony Button

Your Passport by Harmony Button

Poetry, Vol. 1.2, Sept. 2007 A ladle, a vacuum, an old park bench. I shop only for luxuries. All the other things I think you’ll have so I don’t buy them just in case and its either you inside another woman or inside my ceramic […]

Bird Bone Poem by Juliet Cook

Bird Bone Poem by Juliet Cook

Poetry, Vol. 1.2, Sept. 2007 These birds are intermediaries of a vast yet indeterminate terrain. These birds will only eat pumpernickel bread and only if the crumbs are shaped like otoliths. These birds translate flight into fringed lavender wavelengths. These birds live inside certain people’s […]