BOHEMIAN BANKER by Thomas Locicero
BOHEMIAN BANKERBy Thomas Locicero
Bohemian Bankerfor T.S. Eliot
You boast of virtuosity,yet find yourself in dubious alleysdressed like a banker so as not toplay the part of a poet or of abohemian because you are not...
SUMMER NIGHTS by Jacquelyne Nemeth
SUMMER NIGHTSBy Jacquelyne Nemeth
Alaska
Don't say you love me. You don't love me if you don't know that my favorite smell is when it rains in mid august and you go outside at 4am and...
ORIGAMI AND SWEATERS by Kennie Romero
ORIGAMI AND SWEATERSBy Kennie Romero
Yextla, 1970
Once upon a timeYear 1970, in a Mexicanvillage tucked in the foldsof corn and poppy fields,abuelito threatened a witchfor putting incantations on abuelitawho laid in bed near oblivion’s curtain...
A BAG OF HANDS Mather Schneider
A BAG OF HANDSBy Mather Schneider
A BAG OF HANDS
Jalisco, Mexico. In a black plastic bagthey found them:
12 severed handsremoved from their owners, for thievery, por rateros,
and put in this bag, the kind of bagyou...
ENAMORED by Susie Gharib
EVOLUTIONBy Eduardo Escalante
Evolution
During the slow rollover of the morning,I order the garden plants.In my hands, several seeds.I hear the groaning of the earth,need to clear its throat, lacks water.Everything grows dense, gathering light.Gravity and...
EVOLUTION by Eduardo Escalante
EVOLUTIONBy Eduardo Escalante
Evolution
During the slow rollover of the morning,I order the garden plants.In my hands, several seeds.I hear the groaning of the earth,need to clear its throat, lacks water.Everything grows dense, gathering light.Gravity and...
TRANSCRIPT by Mark Young
TRANSCRIPTBy Mark Young
A line from Ada Lovelace (2)
The way he ties his ties waytoo long is a science of itself,like hoisin sauce or miso. DoI need to spell out my grand-
father spends a lot...
SOME NIGHTS by Dianne Moritz
SOME NIGHTSBy Dianne Moritz
SIX
Teasing the dogBack behindThe chicken yardTo distract myselfFrom loneliness,Stench of the farm,Uncle’s mongrel seizedMy thin wrist and bit.My cries were smotheredIn boozy serves-you-rights,While blood spilled,Staining my summer smock.Aunie brought me milkStraight...
BARE HYMN by Seth Jani
BARE HYMNBy Seth Jani
Mountain Pass
I erased myself so I could learnThe inner life of things.This river has a name,But it’s not the one we give it.The grass blades are silentBut they voice the summer...
GOLEM by Leslie Philibert
GOLEMBy Leslie Philibert Lemons for Klarafor Klara Grünzweig 1957-2016 drops of river or ice patches;all of this without your noticebut tough and half eternalthe lemon tree growscool and silent;this makes you remain. Golem unholy earth, dark with stein,unformed...