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

For Lydia on Bastille Day–Daniel Fitzpatrick

She never knew the Metro in July, the cold composted air coursing down the cars, the animal stench blent coarsely with perfume, the beautiful eyes like light on light in faces fixed with time’s tattoos. She looked in luxury; her skin shone Sicilian sun still at a century’s length, undulled at death by days’ decline … Continue reading

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

Rush of Water, Pull of Time–William Snyder

Fishing in Spring, the Pont De Clichy (Asnières) Vincent Van Gogh Spring, 1887 We’ve not come to fish, though we may buy some—perch, bullhead—caught among the reeds and lilies where the water is still, the grasses near the bank. Fishermen here fish for themselves, but most would be glad to sell. From their wide, green … Continue reading

Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47

He was everything to me, for a brief, blazing time in my life–Nicholas Twemlow

in memory of my cousin, Finn O’Neill We can begin the process of brushing Hong Kong from our shirt folds As it flakes into our wonderful Futureless past. Some kind Remark you made on my elegance Really stuck with me & I’d like to think Everything changed, but nothing Ever really does. That’s so tired … Continue reading

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

Our Dog Turns Thirteen–Jacob M. Appel

Should we cater a bar mitzvah? We settle for peanut butter pupcakes, pumpkin-bacon crisps. Little need for a fog machine. It’s no birthdate, after all, no anniversary of arrival— just an arbitrary day on the calendar, chosen to assuage our ten-year-old, now eighteen and away at school. Eighteen! That’s forty-six thousand dog days, nested inside … Continue reading