Poetry 6.2

The Writer’s Almanac by Corrie Byrne

The Writer’s Almanac by Corrie Byrne

Poetry, Vol. 6.2, June 2012 I wake to hear Garrison Keillor reading about a mother, somebody’s mother, about how her hands were soft and practical (I immediately think of how his voice and her hands fit) soft even though she managed the graveyard shift at […]

We Who Vanish by Chloe N. Clark

We Who Vanish by Chloe N. Clark

Poetry, Vol. 6.2, June 2012 I say to him that Jean Robert-Houdin once made a tree blossom into life. Houdini took his name from him. And Steven Millhauser used that trick for his Eisenheim. And I’m thinking about how that tree must have felt springing […]

Five Haiku by Virginie Colline

Five Haiku by Virginie Colline

Poetry, Vol. 6.2, June 2012 scattering of children red candy wrappers in the hedge sitting on the grass his honey locks damp after the trampoline a wave of fresh air the turtle dove yodels on the roof drip machine song I scoop the last spoon […]

Baptisms by Noah Dey

Baptisms by Noah Dey

Poetry, Vol. 6.2, June 2012 We went into the fire as children, came out gods. Flies dropped dead at our feet. Now the villagers leave bouquets of horses out on our doorsteps, strung with ribbon, exhaling steam. They ring once and flee. In the cold […]

Elizabeth by Heather Foster

Elizabeth by Heather Foster

Poetry, Vol. 6.2, June 2012 Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb. Luke 1:42 I said it for my husband’s sake, explaining why, when I saw Mary, the jug fell from my hand and rolling, rolling, struck the doorframe […]

Wedding Feast by Ivy Grimes

Wedding Feast by Ivy Grimes

Poetry, Vol. 6.2, June 2012 My mother bakes ham into a pink pillow and beans into buttered tears. His mother carves our initials into watermelon slices and steams giant artichokes. We burn cakes in place of logs, the glasses are full of cashews, and rows […]

Old Master by Andy Hopkins

Old Master by Andy Hopkins

Poetry, Vol. 6.2, June 2012 They tell me not to go down by the docks, or talk to young men. They say I’ve a reputation. So, I paint myself. I know my plump, gelatinous eyes well, and my dim, devoted mirror better. My late style […]

Perseus: Aegis by David McLoghlin

Perseus: Aegis by David McLoghlin

Poetry, Vol. 6.2, June 2012 But he managed to glimpse Her dread form reflected in the polished bronze Of a circular shield strapped to his left arm. ~Metamorphoses, Ovid (Translated by Stanley Lombardo) Around its rim is etched the dead gods — like lids, opening […]

Selling Doors in Cleveland by Erika Meyers

Selling Doors in Cleveland by Erika Meyers

Poetry, Vol. 6.2, June 2012 Three lines into my pitch and I’m invited in from the day of selling doors door-to-door when the knob twists off in my hand before I can get to the line about repair services. The knob falls to the porch, […]

The Dear Leader’s Quarantine by Benjamin Walker

The Dear Leader’s Quarantine by Benjamin Walker

Poetry, Vol. 6.2, June 2012 “North Korea has ordered its people in Libya not to return home, apparently out of fear that they will spread news of the anti-government uprisings in the African nation.” ~The Korea Times, April 10, 2011 Brother, it seems like everyone […]