Poetry 8.3

Fairytales for Instamatic by Anastasia Andersen

Fairytales for Instamatic by Anastasia Andersen

Poetry, Vol. 8.3, Sept. 2014 This story is sepia stuck to a photograph. The smell of burnt sugar every baking day. (Don’t run.) What makes the camera cut a table in half? How did the flashcube crack its blue skull? Oh, little one. (Come closer.) […]

Beauty or Resemblance by Anastasia Andersen

Beauty or Resemblance by Anastasia Andersen

Poetry, Vol. 8.3, Sept. 2014 —after Rene Magritte You’ve collapsed the atlas but salvaged the dove, and prettied the concave breast with clouds— white skim and cerulean. You said, do not abandon all color here. Or maybe you meant what’s pleasant will be dreamt as […]

What I Whisper by Charles Bane, Jr.

What I Whisper by Charles Bane, Jr.

Poetry, Vol. 8.3, Sept. 2014 is not single celled, but a colony and trees bent in light leaving from their stems wash the depths of me. I am stunned when morning comes; dew beads every blade, and we who loved the night shadows are painted […]

Order Operatic by Peter Burzynski

Order Operatic by Peter Burzynski

Poetry, Vol. 8.3, Sept. 2014 I didn’t tell you it would be intense. This feeling of fire and rivets flailing. Scrape and bend. There are creeks in all joints and in frozen flowers growing end on end. Fingers fail, friend. The evenings have been plotted, the […]

In the Midst of Chrysanthemums, Adelle by Kristina Marie Darling

In the Midst of Chrysanthemums, Adelle by Kristina Marie Darling

Poetry, Vol. 8.3, Sept. 2014 Upon waking, I remembered the flowers: dried stems, wilted bouquets, their leaves like dead insects under glass. That lifeless corsage on my perfect wrist. Somewhere the ocean is trying to make up its mind. It hovers between the old white house and a holiday, […]

Who Are the New Saints and What Are Their Miracles by Kristina Marie Darling

Who Are the New Saints and What Are Their Miracles by Kristina Marie Darling

Poetry, Vol. 8.3, Sept. 2014 The dream seemed almost real: chrysanthemums, an empty house, and the relatives all standing outside waiting. Around us, winter is heaving its frigid tides. I begin burning the good linens one by one. Soon the house has been consumed by your absence. Smoke rising from […]

Indians in the Neighborhood by Benjamin Goluboff

Indians in the Neighborhood by Benjamin Goluboff

Poetry, Vol. 8.3, Sept. 2014 They’ve got a center down on Wilson so we see them all the time. There’s one that walks right up Paulina with a jingle-feather charm. They’ve got faces out of Westerns and we see them all the time. We don’t […]

The Accident by Camilla Hawkins

The Accident by Camilla Hawkins

Poetry, Vol. 8.3, Sept. 2014 The ice on the pool in the backyard is melting, the water green like the lake down the road we never swim in, that we can’t see from the top of the slide that’s crooked and metal, too dangerous to […]

The Long Haul by Camilla Hawkins

The Long Haul by Camilla Hawkins

Poetry, Vol. 8.3, Sept. 2014 Three-year-old girl in the arms of her mother squints against the sun, rays dull against the gray of the car. Doors open, the road like a dark scar. A Ford Escort, sedan for the working class, a cheap car, a […]

First of the Season by Terry Martin

First of the Season by Terry Martin

Poetry, Vol. 8.3, Sept. 2014 This morning, tulips explode, like that spring your mother lay dying when the first bright bursts in her rock garden caused your breath to catch and bloom— vibrant hues igniting, rising like flames, like fireworks; yellow, orange, and red insisting […]