I took my mind out for dinner It ditched after shitting in the bathroom Stupidly looking in a cup of microwave dinner water without mind without brains They say Hemingway splattered his like Van Gogh against the wall A coward’s art They are all afraid I do not want to want to die I am … Continue reading
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Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016
Binding the Strong Man–David Tuvell
Protagonists came, telltale sails on the horizon, and brought a map of a plot for the Hawaiians: an argument disguised as song, a margin account their brokers could negotiate. Each native sound a tax of luxury, they, cure by cure, began to incorporate. Immersion schools preserve their tapestry, and plainsong tourists love that old-time … Continue reading
1998, Twilight–David Tuvell
October, but no static, staccato, crinkle, crescendo. Tulips have long since chimed; an evergreen won’t lose its leaf. I watch the sun deflate with a hiss into the pond, sending ripples under green algae like the “S” vibration of a plucked guitar string—or waves on the skin of a beat drum (or maybe an electron’s … Continue reading
Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47
Two Weeks in Bangkok–M. Sioned Curoe
“One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster” but I’ve eaten it polished the shell clean with tongue and teeth then brought the world up again a leaning heave at 2 am over a toilet I can only thank stars is western or my knees would be telling a different story But save that … Continue reading
Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47
Signals/Bottles–John Thornburg
for Carol when you go, leave the stones unturned and stoic on the lawn laugh the leaves dry and tune to stars obscured by snow, no sibylline parallax interests me anyway, no cairn can lure me into the woods this time except maybe the scent of gin, the silhouette of a hawk on a fencepost, … Continue reading
Your Loneliness It Does Not Become You–John Thornburg
for September 2016 meet me at the dead end of the road when there is nowhere left to call home when there is no one left to forgive you, when your eyes are half closed and so drunk you don’t remember, who are you? this truck stop bar will be your tomb and your ghost … Continue reading
Intelligent Design–Kelsey Gutierrez
It starts with a dead animal: a slack-jawed sawdust-stuffed Grouper mounted over the sixty-inch screen. Its glassy eyes fix on the ink-riddled paper in the man’s hands, counting the empty squares. The formaldehyde preserved former swimmer longs for a time when its gills were saturated with sea water instead of mottled paint. It uses every … Continue reading
Haunted House Attractions–Jeffrey H. MacLachlan
The same October fifth classmate died in cider crypt I took a grunt job back home event company haunted houses country club tweens construct Halloween season Finger Lakes dusk slit rushing arteries into the earth told by boss make extra scary this year parents pay good money so rooms roaming shadows eye dots I hosed … Continue reading
Gentleman’s Club Garden–Jeffrey H. MacLachlan
One humid night, Jeffrey went to a bachelor party at a strip club next to an electrical substation. Tiffany’s Cabaret in Buffalo, NY. After about forty minutes, he went outside with a gay groomsman and drank Molson Ice in the garden. The flowers were infested with swallowwort — neon petals blinked around stems, dangling to … Continue reading
This Guy Should Have a Car—David Pounds
Man, fuck buses. The dregs of our society live on buses. And I don’t mean homeless people, like this isn’t my screwed up screed on the homeless or nothing. I just mean that it seems like if you are a terrible person or there is something wrong or offensive going on with you, you just … Continue reading
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