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

Summer’s End–Cindy King

Night walks on its hands, comes juggling bowling balls and chainsaws. Night arrives hissing in a skillet, smelling of beer and catfish, has yet to meet the box fan since its argument with wind. Night comes when we least expect it, before crickets and sunsets, before clean plates, before wine. The lonely dining room table, … Continue reading

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

Treatise–Cindy King

Weariness, I feel you coming on big legs, mascara running, boar’s breath fogging windows as you lean on my door. Sleeplessness, I see you pulse behind my eyes, electricity split between body and mind. Restlessness, I smell your sharpshooter bent among bluebells. (What more should I say?) It’s not all boo-hoo in the borough. The … Continue reading

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

The Wreck of the Leviathan–Jeff Bernstein

From sunrise to sunset wet-suited bobbins float offshore. Tsunami Zone warnings adorn the dips and rises of the park roads that lead to the long reach of sand. How do those surfers choose? They might say they are looking for promises of a religious experience. Don’t we all believe at some point, impossible to remain … Continue reading

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

Loose String–E. Kristin Anderson

They looked exactly the same— the blue tension, the hall, the floor, almost magically wrapped in lush.   Thrones seated sarcasm, too fast,       legs trembling.   Punch-drunk intuition somehow grinned and I love I love     I love— all too high.   I want to get down, throw laughter to its feet.   Joints pop, hands … Continue reading

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

Exhibition: Early Maps of the Americas–Stephen Cloud

(a museum docent speaking) The mapmakers must have let magical thinking guide their work, hearsay and conjecture shaping the newfound lands to match their desires and fears. Just look at these illustrations, how they construe an interior replete with precious metals, cannibals, chimeras, and rough beasts. Some cartographers, following Columbus, located Eden, the lost Garden, … Continue reading

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

Replacements: Christmas Present, Christmas Past–Tony Tracy

Once again, the Douglas Fir is hauled out of the basement, a steerage muscled, drug through narrow confines of the sheet-metal furnace and the squat, empty cavity of the deep-freeze that hasn’t been filled with butchered goodies since Skogland’s Meat Locker went bankrupt in ’09. Verdant synthetics are then pulled apart, sectioned to maneuver the hard … Continue reading