Poetry 7.4

Splinter by Amy Ash

Splinter by Amy Ash

Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 We wake to woodchips, tree bark hardening in our throats, choke on windowsills brittle as stale bread crust, splinters pricking our lips. Outside the window, trees flick their vicious tongues. Hiss and spit of wind. We lick the single-paned glass—illusion of separation. […]

Winning the Three-Legged Race by K. T. Billey

Winning the Three-Legged Race by K. T. Billey

Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 Your pulse confronts my fingers, the ones I used to climb frozen waterfalls in deep winter, spines of wax dripping down this taper. Knuckles find doubt in your sternum and in a certain light, freedom is oil on one side […]

Daily Rounds by Andrew Brenza

Daily Rounds by Andrew Brenza

Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 the man in a little girl’s periwinkle fleece; this man who wears it like a grimy long-sleeved bra in summer heat; whose face is a carbuncle of neglect; whose pace is a ghost’s pace, floating from can to rotting can; […]

Our Bodies: Utah by Christina Marie Glessner

Our Bodies: Utah by Christina Marie Glessner

Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 [Early Jurassic] At breakfast, we were granular. We were the great sand desert, and we let the wind scoop us into air, throw us into mountains and plains of dust. Our whole bodies were limp in the excitement. We watched ourselves […]

Edges by B. P. Greenbaum

Edges by B. P. Greenbaum

Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 A nest clings to the Maple tree. It is such a small thing made of interlocking sticks, pieces of string, cat hair, the spittle of small birds. Once I held my daughter’s hand when she met the shore’s edge, her […]

Like Salt or Water by Patrick Kindig

Like Salt or Water by Patrick Kindig

Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 The orange light of the steamroller at midnight, the shadow trailing. The water in the walls, the silence, the waking like a dog from quotidian dreams. Mornings I drink coffee and lick the sun insomniac. Mornings the moon is a […]

Another Homage to Catalonia by Alicia Lai

Another Homage to Catalonia by Alicia Lai

Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 In Barcelona the pipelines lace the city together, the people swarming in angry consensus. We roll up our sleeves and turn our noses at the stench of the place—distaste in the way I imagine my fists fitting in the cavernous […]

Cill Airne by Rachel Eva Lim

Cill Airne by Rachel Eva Lim

Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 here sheep don’t outnumber the people but they traverse golden fields in desperately slow three-four time as sexless couples take trains to far-off places in an attempt to escape themselves to escape all that ravenous love the carriage is steel […]

Day Three by Rachel Eva Lim

Day Three by Rachel Eva Lim

Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 i have had a glass or two let’s go with two this room has been desecrated by dollar bill funeral flowers and onyx-hued strangers with unfamiliar mouths and far too perfect graces botox lady hands me a violet rose, pricks […]

There were no magic beans… by Claudia Serea

There were no magic beans… by Claudia Serea

Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 There were no magic beans, but everyone had a magic beanstalk made of copper wire. It grew from the radio, curled around the radiator, across the room, up to the ceiling, and through the roof. Each day, I climbed it […]