Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016

Sestina for Solomon Grundy–Stephen Cloud

(after the nursery rhyme) Born on Monday   The midwife, watching for signs in the stars, declares the time has come; it cannot be otherwise. Neighbor folk fill the room with flowers, and when at last the water breaks they jerk the drunken father awake and send him to buy blessings from the priest.   … Continue reading

Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47

Glimpses of Fleeting Insanity–Dustin Brown

I. The middle-aged Russian, bare-and-barrel-chested, asleep in the bed next to me in a hostel in Lisbon screams at midnight about his lost passport clutched in his hand like a Bible. II. 4 AM. 2nd date. 2 long-empty wine bottles stand like rooks on the table guarding nothing but trepidation. You in pajamas, tired in … Continue reading

Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47

Free For All–Dustin Brown

I. A first kiss, on a fouton smudged blue by broken pens. A night I’ve craved for fortnights is lengthened by carbon dioxide held against its will, only to moisten foreign lips. During Ravel’s left-handed concerto I hold her hand meditatively, mindfully aware, and each pulse brokers torrents of a resolution, of the distant ticks … Continue reading

Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47

CASA de la LUZ–Krikor Der Hohannesian

Nothing more could be done, so on a bright desert morning they came. Your home, existential oasis, where you intended to stay to the very last, the trailer with its “gate to nowhere”, plunked amid the saguaro, prickly pear and tumbleweed, where never again would you lay your head under star-studded nights. Where feral cats … Continue reading

Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47

Home of the Brave–Paul Lubenkov

Just look at these freaks they’re nowhere and everywhere half in love with their great hunger and stuffing themselves with succulent meals of soft white food but what do they care they don’t care about towers of silence the great perishing trees how even on the clearest days something is always blurring the sky why … Continue reading

Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47

When Financial Meltdown Strikes Again, What Will Jamie Dimon Do?–Paul Lubenkov

‘I’ll come and foreclose, get your car and your clothes, Singin’ I’m jolly banker am I.’ –Woody Guthrie The odds are long, the threat is huge, And dark clouds litter the horizon While yesterday’s red meat turns bad. The smiling Shell Answer Man Is nowhere to be found, my friend, And lonely Mister Clean, singing … Continue reading

Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47

Anvil Chest–Skylor Andrews

other people feel this too   other people feel this mess   this time   this                  place   the crush of the anvil                          chest   comic   comedic   comedian on the stage of your forehead anchored by eyebrows   walking within worry lines of a worry wart   sorry                I digress   … Continue reading

Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47

The Letter Z Marries a Stratocaster–Alan Britt

Pterodactyl shoulders slumped. Patches ripped from my uniform. Sewn patches, not low class iron-ons, no sir, those patches were real for a while, until I went to prison for something I didn’t do; that’s when they sealed all my patches inside a manila envelope, my name in permanent marker across tin clips splayed like road … Continue reading