INDIAN POINT by Jack Brown
INDIAN POINTBy Jack Brown
After planting purple spider wortaround the tombstone of the old soldierin the cemetery at the end of the roadwe scuttle from ridge to ridge.A country...
ROMANCE OF THE MASK by Frederick Pollack
ROMANCE OF THE MASKBy Frederick Pollack
Kin
By the late seventeenth century he isat least possible, crying “Bring outyour dead” and breaking intohouses where the distinctionis...
MY NOTEBOOK by Charles Dutka
MY NOTEBOOKBy Charles Dutka
Cafe’ in a Basement
This green teatastes like cadmiumor is it stardustand raspberries?
Its glass container the textureof musicand the...
TRACK 18 by Benjamin Schmitt
TRACK 18By Benjamin Schmitt
Track 18
Sophie bears me to ill willshe cannot barethe weight of her own heartshe-bears have robbed herwith their raw fish breathand...
ICE CREAM TRUCK by Alicia Cole
ICE CREAM TRUCKBy Alicia Cole Ice Cream TruckThe cone is always the cone.The rhyme scheme, the metric oomph:these hold the dripping words.They're always melting. The sonnet,the sapphic, the prose poem, the cento.Melting into...
FALLEN SEEDS by Donny Barilla
FALLEN SEEDSBy Donny Barilla Fallen SeedsSweet juices pooled about the floor of my mouth.I snapped the apples skin and felt the floods slap across my tongue.Pulps sauteed the parchment walls of my throatas...
TAPESTRY by Natasha Zarine
TAPESTRYBy Natasha Zarine
IncarnaratedClutching the rolls of youDrip latent constellationsEnchained by taboo.But when I howl of pleasureI never think of you.
Raping myself, I caressEvery tingling...
ON THE SANDS OF LIDO by Bob Varghese
ON THE SANDS OF LIDOBy B. A. Varghese
Knowing
It was enoughknowing he was therehis presence like an army of giantsbaritone voices encouragingalong the battle linestrong...
MORE by Chris Fields
MOREBy Christopher Fields More Why seek anything morethan a life that slips frictionlessly by?I want more. I want a life that lashes;I want a life that grinds and scrapes,that prunes away weak piecesexposing lurid...
