Poetry 8.1

Three Poems from Quarry by Kit Frick

Three Poems from Quarry by Kit Frick

Poetry, Vol. 8.1, March 2014 1. your hands globed around lemons rarefied yellow sour glories today * later, limousines roll by slow 2. this cockamamie bulwark sea foam & string let’s laugh about * after the rupture after laughter 3. all our accidents tethered all […]

On the Admiral’s Bridge by Leonore Hildebrandt

On the Admiral’s Bridge by Leonore Hildebrandt

Poetry, Vol. 8.1, March 2014 We have been thinking: ideas should be helpful so Earth keeps unfolding a calm, flat horizon and stars emerge from silence. The stars should emerge given how fast one could lose the love for one’s wife, or the feeling in […]

Word Boat: by Anna Leahy

Word Boat: by Anna Leahy

Poetry, Vol. 8.1, March 2014 cupped hands to show how this can be, the keel where the hands meet, the fingers disclosing its bow. We press against the ribs of utterance, this vessel’s stanzas. Someone yells over the bulwark to the waves, points toward— someone […]

Four Evening Theatricals by Stephen Longfellow

Four Evening Theatricals by Stephen Longfellow

Poetry, Vol. 8.1, March 2014 Each day the trees weave the sky her darkness. Under their branches— when I am there—sometimes I walk within the unfolding pattern and feel a little bereft when the trees stow their shuttles away. But then— sometimes—I notice the sky […]

After the Eruption by Peter Longofono

After the Eruption by Peter Longofono

Poetry, Vol. 8.1, March 2014 The ash-blanket takes us five days to escape. Its whorls have already begun to overtake the Earth’s grand tethers. We’ll have to grasp our mother’s hair, embellish her marbled instructions by protractor. Far, the cloud takes on surly, roseate fractals; […]

The Admiral, the Criminal by Peter Longofono

The Admiral, the Criminal by Peter Longofono

Poetry, Vol. 8.1, March 2014 The curdling desert is a picture of a curdling desert and in this picture an airship lists. In the loud wind its paper crew resorts to semaphore, earnestly flapping the way paper tends to succumb to paper scurvy. These drowsies […]

Woman on Dirt Road: Taos, New Mexico by Suzanne Richardson

Woman on Dirt Road: Taos, New Mexico by Suzanne Richardson

Poetry, Vol. 8.1, March 2014 Know this: owls are doors. They travel where we cannot. Don’t let the wind blow through your ears or the owls will point out the dead. Some among us died long ago but they still walk. When I was a […]

Imitating Bob Dylan by Jay Sizemore

Imitating Bob Dylan by Jay Sizemore

Poetry, Vol. 8.1, March 2014 His sunglasses hide a past-less tide of chaste blue eyed godless lies, where organs swell like noiseless cries in the streets of heaven. His hands not fists, a bland narcissist, smiling nods of tourniquet fish, bloated brands of prayer once […]

The Only Place It’s Christmas by Angela Maria Williams

The Only Place It’s Christmas by Angela Maria Williams

Poetry, Vol. 8.1, March 2014 Those Decembers our parents drove down the western coast of Mexico and left us to wander the beach town on our own, we forged tiny truces to venture out for coconut popsicles or pan dulce. The mind needs these tattered […]