Poetry

How People Fall Off The Earth by Sarah Lilius

How People Fall Off The Earth by Sarah Lilius

We could blame this on . . . . . . . . . . . . .the weak gravity Like porcelain plates . . . . . . . . . . . . .children first, float . . . . . . . […]

The Idea of Order at My Address by Jim Gustafson

The Idea of Order at My Address by Jim Gustafson

Beyond late hours of light no singing, no music. I can hear the water drip from the downspout. It is not the same sound as ocean surf. No masts rock to sleep in a harbor. There are trees, though. Their boughs, some moments pretend to […]

The Sea and the Honeycomb by Peter Shippy

The Sea and the Honeycomb by Peter Shippy

(for Bly, after Machado) On Sundays we take the last piece of honeycomb out of the wall safe and walk to the beach. As we stroll we recall what’s no longer here—a shadow that belonged to a tree we loved, that cafe with the good […]

X and Y by Chris Milea

X and Y by Chris Milea

The primrose will live on this planet for X more years; the main contribution to its desolation will be climate change or Y. More children are born every day than people who die; yet X children die daily because of Y. Sometimes, I know the […]

ditch weeds by James Butcher

ditch weeds by James Butcher

these are solid gold spectacles with the finest crystal lenses put them on (i said) the street is a blurry collage  * if you want to call it a collage it has to have a pink man a kodachrome woman a traveling carnival flyer and […]

Sailing over a Cardboard Sea by Peter Shippy

Sailing over a Cardboard Sea by Peter Shippy

Our boat’s made from hundreds of toy boats. Our engine’s a goose egg, roiling a tin watering can. The moon’s a rind of mold, sliced from a wheel of black Brie. The friendly whale’s my dog, Lucky, spouting barks. We open the bale window in […]

Brumal Aubade by Matthew Dulany

Brumal Aubade by Matthew Dulany

Sleep’s not what it used to be. So rise, ……………….move through the rooms with soft steps, stoke the embers, shun the mirror’s ……………….shadows, lay for light. ………Evoking that white hour across the ice-glossed clearing, her sheering tears’ ………nipping taste, the ancient rite’s ……………….incipience, you must […]

Manual for Sleep by Taylor Gould

Manual for Sleep by Taylor Gould

the trick is to be still so long the hand absorbs its shadow . and blink only in threes on odd seconds …………counted loud …………like the names of dead relatives . and then what dark you bled bleeds back and of course night falls . […]