Poetry 5.3

Inventory by Jenn Blair

Inventory by Jenn Blair

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 Coin never spent in other countries resting in Vick’s blue glass bottles. Dry under-linings in books. Tests all scored. Winslow Homer and Proust’s Neck forgotten. All the populists in bed clutching a cross of silver. Snow in the Santa Ana, […]

Longhorn Two-Step by Gretchen Dandrea Blynt

Longhorn Two-Step by Gretchen Dandrea Blynt

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 Dance elective in my public school classroom: the most out of the ordinary any morning. Begins with a vain attempt to squash desks into bookshelved walls. Mine have the chairs attached. Metal tubes that will later harness my English students […]

burntcork, Inventory of Black by J. Camp Brown

burntcork, Inventory of Black by J. Camp Brown

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 black at the rictus of the mine, black diamonds and black lung and blackdamp, a Bible bound with black leather and its black letters, a deer’s black tongue bloated on the black road, black of skid marks marking the crash […]

Diddleybow by J. Camp Brown

Diddleybow by J. Camp Brown

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 The hollows the hollows, the empty rooms thrang, suffering their music, the empty rooms hum. Along the pillar, between a nail in the front porch’s slat floor (he’d clutched her there with sawdust strewn down, and shuffled) and the ceiling, […]

Make-Up Sex by J. Camp Brown

Make-Up Sex by J. Camp Brown

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 My apology has lain, palm-smooth, low her hackles manifest in bread she bakes— our oven, a knobbed, windowed perdition— and she is the jealous god burning. It has started shaky, said, smells good, hon then ashamed, zucchini? et cetera ‘til […]

Mandolin in White Wood, Backboard by J. Camp Brown

Mandolin in White Wood, Backboard by J. Camp Brown

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 The quilted grain of two maple planks won’t align at the center, but, in light, it trickles, and who would call the flow of a creek flawed, or mismatched across an eddy? Some days I don’t quite line up either. […]

Dear James by Travis Brown

Dear James by Travis Brown

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 I’m riding on the glass-bottomed boat now. The captain says that I am— like he is—a man. And already I’ve taken charge of the hammers. It is a life of too many temptations. I don’t have to tell you how […]

A Pair of Wings by Travis Brown

A Pair of Wings by Travis Brown

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 And the seed is a hard house I enter softly like the rain on a tin chimney. Open sesame, I say, and then— a tiny unfolding colossus, the king unloading all of his trembling before and after an unending war […]

In Robin Town by Travis Brown

In Robin Town by Travis Brown

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 I set the table. I open up the wardrobe. I fashion a grapevine chair and I seat the monarch— I’m only an upholder. In the dark I cut my hair and I clean the whole stove. I prepare potato pie […]

Green Sky at Night, Part II by Vincent Caruso

Green Sky at Night, Part II by Vincent Caruso

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 They say, New York. Off the marina, you know about boats. I gotta headcase of the roadblues. You know what they say. Gotta headcase fulla the roadblues you best bet go down boatblues. Swingers in love. City in love. Sound […]