Poetry 4.3

Flight by George Bishop

Flight by George Bishop

Poetry, Vol. 4.3, Sept. 2010 Two balloons dyed in carnival colors were making the morning light deceptively full, the way to work suspicious. The issues waiting were well-grounded, still packed in the ice of a restless night. As darkness dissolved and the radio insisted I […]

Cannolis after the Emmys by Vanessa Blakeslee

Cannolis after the Emmys by Vanessa Blakeslee

Poetry, Vol. 4.3, Sept. 2010 Champagne pops in the limo— we round Times Square—it’s an honor just to be nominated— before we cross the river. Brooklyn Bridge twinkles in the night. But only for one drink. Back in mid-town, you want cannolis. We do a […]

Sharp Water by Vanessa Blakeslee

Sharp Water by Vanessa Blakeslee

Poetry, Vol. 4.3, Sept. 2010 Sanibel Island, menacing in the hour before dawn: the palms erased, the driveways of stilt-houses burnt black even in the shadows, the herons beached on the sands. We climb the steps on tiptoe, even though no one is left but […]

3:16 by CL Bledsoe

3:16 by CL Bledsoe

Poetry, Vol. 4.3, Sept. 2010 Obese children talking to the air. A scattering of buildings, mostly vacant or for sale or occupied by the same handful of interchangeable stores; cracked, graying asphalt dotted with road-kill, rusted railroad tracks, with spires and signs for land donated […]

A Letter to a Wedding Photo That’s Not Mine by J. Bradley

A Letter to a Wedding Photo That’s Not Mine by J. Bradley

Poetry, Vol. 4.3, Sept. 2010 When the orbit decays, do not panic. You’ll fall slowly, your posture a crater grandchildren study. May you never need to throw your memories out an airlock, watch as they turn blue.

Peter Kaleidoscopia by Feng Sun Chen

Peter Kaleidoscopia by Feng Sun Chen

Poetry, Vol. 4.3, Sept. 2010 PART 1 i. reality of mush I lived like a beetle. Grass was big. So were Peter’s feet. What else. Some kind of mystery locked in the fluid between two quiet mushrooms. I suppose I’m not that different now. A […]

Become Night by Lucas A. Gerber

Become Night by Lucas A. Gerber

Poetry, Vol. 4.3, Sept. 2010 1. The day she dumped me we drank Everclear behind the Middle School, the moon coughing in the trees. You said the mixture of glass and puke on the pavement looked like the night. 2. Under the streetlight, you shivered […]

Foucault by Lucas A. Gerber

Foucault by Lucas A. Gerber

Poetry, Vol. 4.3, Sept. 2010 I am unreliable language. I am a midnight thumbprinted with others’ eyes. The old compass sways in the panopticon wind.

Fall by Allan Johnston

Fall by Allan Johnston

Poetry, Vol. 4.3, Sept. 2010 Past the equinox, the green-swelled falling of the year, summer pulls away. Already forms and colors of snow-flecked plants, crested or frosted in late-blooming flowers— brittle clefts between fences and the roadway, and leaves over us float in the air. […]

In Those Last Hours, Change by Tracy Koretsky

In Those Last Hours, Change by Tracy Koretsky

Poetry, Vol. 4.3, Sept. 2010 One morning we awaken and the boughs have popped into pink, limbs greening beneath, when the air itself smells of their overnight unbraiding, while the memory of the early darkening is still close enough to scare us, during those last […]