Poetry 2014 / Volume 45

Lady Prufrock — Candice Glydwell

When I was nine, I lived to swim and pretend I was a mermaid—a shining, glamorous siren— who swam and sang for days not realizing the emerald ocean was a billiard table in the downtown bar. The siren’s lullaby is a drunken karaoke rendition of “I’m Only Happy When It Rains” buoyed by red-headed sluts … Continue reading

Poetry 2014 / Volume 45

Injury — Domenic Scopa

All were moving. Teammates crowding Richie— fetal     moaning     cradling his fractured foot— Coaches huddled with first aid supplies, combing for a splint wrap. I had accidently slide-tackled Richie… My babysitter scolded me. Mud stained my soccer shorts. Inside my nightmare my babysitter’s there     again stripping himself— unconsciously skillful— his skinny body walking window to window … Continue reading