If the heron comes in low over the marshes, if it shadows the car as you drive west toward the sea, breakwater holding the lip of the coming tide at bay while the autumn sun cast one gold and pink sheen over the grasses like a spell, like all the secrets you tell yourself while… Continue reading Cusp by Melanie Braverman
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Ultrasound by A.E. Stallings
What butterfly— Brain, soul, or both— Unfurls here, pallid As a moth? (Listen, here’s Another ticker, Counting under Mine, and quicker.) In this cave What flickers fall, Adumbrated On the wall? Spine like beads Strung on a wire, Abacus Of our desire, Moon-face where Two shadows rhyme, Two moving hands That tell the time.I am… Continue reading Ultrasound by A.E. Stallings
Insomnia by Elizabeth Bishop
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, never smiles) far and away beyond sleep, or perhaps she’s a daytime sleeper. By the Universe deserted, she’d tell it to go to hell, and she’d find a body of water, or a mirror, on… Continue reading Insomnia by Elizabeth Bishop
The Soul Within Woman by Rachel M Simon
Her voice deep ash and age throaty backstroke Years after the wandering uterus nailed and stapled I drew a Canadian map guidebook loaned out To scrape away the windshield’s ice thumbtack sculpture This cave unspelunkable vocal dreamland Melodies unmerry indigo plump curling tumbler Exact reminders of large mistakes adoption farce Padded envelope too large for… Continue reading The Soul Within Woman by Rachel M Simon
I am Made by Claire Hero
I AM MADE of many doors: ………— water falling through water ………— white arrows on painted lichen ………—tracks in snow – pine marten? squirrel? little snow hands (Can I say they are “like” my hands? ” “my” hands ………. . “ . . . . . . . : Skeins of… Continue reading I am Made by Claire Hero
The Forest of Sadness by Jason Bredle
Titling something I’ve Always Wanted to Title Something The Forest of Sadness is one thing but titling something I’ve Always Wanted to Title Something I’ve Always Wanted to Title Something The Forest of Sadness is just too much. In the film based on the musical titled The Forest of Sadness which is based on the… Continue reading The Forest of Sadness by Jason Bredle
Hell, acc. to Jason Bredle
I wouldn’t be surprised if some oratorical dynamo were to describe Hell as a place where your favorite television program is pre- empted by baseball every week and you wind up passed out on the floor after a night of watching cat documentaries on four different channels simultaneously, or a region where you end up… Continue reading Hell, acc. to Jason Bredle
Mirabeau Bridge by Guillaume Apollinaire
Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips away And lovers Must I be reminded Joy came always after pain The night is a clock chiming The days go by not I We’re face to face and hand in hand While under the… Continue reading Mirabeau Bridge by Guillaume Apollinaire
Robin Reagler 