WHAT WAS THAT CITY by Mary Crow
WHAT WAS THAT CITYBy Mary Crow WHAT WAS THAT CITY―after Cavafy What city tangled me in its sandy roots,led me into desert, where I gasped at vastness and vacancy, pyramids fringingmiles of nothing growing, a...
NANCY MOREJON’S POETRY Translated by Connor Simons
WINDThree Poems from Nancy Morejon’s “Mutismos”Translated by Connor L. Simons
Wind
A circle. A spirit. A mirror.Immediately myself.From that torturous seat,you come in pursuit of me.What...
YOUR SUNDAY BEST by Scott Laudati
YOUR SUNDAY BESTBy Scott Laudati
Your Sunday Best
i can see girls at barstoolsready again to push their doubtsdown past the breakers,past spilled pints and menthat...
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...