Poetry 2.4

Hold the Negatives Up by Chris Bakka

Hold the Negatives Up by Chris Bakka

Poetry, Vol. 2.4, Dec. 2008 Hold the negatives up to the light and see the story told in light’s absence. See? Autobiography. Our love, fake like Styrofoam snow, packaging foam littering the felt rug beneath the Christmas tree. Two shams. I was your bird then. […]

On the Day of Your Mastectomy by J. Bradley

On the Day of Your Mastectomy by J. Bradley

Poetry, Vol. 2.4, Dec. 2008 Lycra hung itself at half mast. Hydrogen peroxide dyed hair in scars. Families of scalpels grew fat on rust. Enough asked for silence.

On Separation— by Kara Dorris

On Separation— by Kara Dorris

Poetry, Vol. 2.4, Dec. 2008 I. Canto V Deleted Scenes: Francesca says to Paulo Like a yes to be warded against. You can’t understand— that Unexpected— moth wings in your lashes, the moment your lungs hushed, the form of a flower burnt & rekindled. You […]

Recapitulation by Courtney Druz

Recapitulation by Courtney Druz

Poetry, Vol. 2.4, Dec. 2008 The first changes are so rapid and extreme they cannot even be called growth but rather, magic, the sleight of hidden hand that moved from cell in primal slime through early bud-limbed creatures, weird appendages sprouting and dissolving, chimeras spun […]

Wynken, Blynken & Nod by Courtney Druz

Wynken, Blynken & Nod by Courtney Druz

Poetry, Vol. 2.4, Dec. 2008 I lived for years in a saturated world; I tiptoed downstairs past the banister’s shadow harp. Its music seeped out, its players moved through portals of sodium light beamed on the bedroom wall. I did not cast those nets— the […]

Good night and all that by Marit Ericson

Good night and all that by Marit Ericson

Poetry, Vol. 2.4, Dec. 2008 The universe exploded humanely, adoring us, our bloodless bodies clinking toward a preexisting notion, its knees charged with chalk: lush, then stilled. Say a sun shed our taints, flesh sold flesh, thorns grew thorns, or is it all a swaying […]

The stoic subliminal by Marit Ericson

The stoic subliminal by Marit Ericson

Poetry, Vol. 2.4, Dec. 2008 We, the hill, go up like tripping up a sloping up: A clumsy carrying, this brick-like wave becoming. This salt and metal tang and heave, tang and heave, salt and metal… (This singe of chalk and raw and red, a […]

In which half the family reunion drives away from the movie in a rental car… by Alice George

In which half the family reunion drives away from the movie in a rental car… by Alice George

Poetry, Vol. 2.4, Dec. 2008 and Maine’s fat balsam rain begins to fall and the good news is high beams switch on the same way in every car and the bad news is the movie was just plain bad one hundred fifty two minutes of […]

Nothing but winter in my cup by Alice George

Nothing but winter in my cup by Alice George

Poetry, Vol. 2.4, Dec. 2008 but then she comes climbing out the manhole wreathed in steam mouth a red message and she’s sobbing like a siren for mama. When I pin spring close her breasts press like yeast rolls and somehow daffodils still wet from […]

December 31 Insomnia by Amy L. George

December 31 Insomnia by Amy L. George

Poetry, Vol. 2.4, Dec. 2008 I wish I could be Houdini. Free myself from these chains of your memory. Emerge from the murky depths to the wonder and applause of the audience we once called friends. The ones who threw the best New Year’s parties. […]