My Office Window – Luke Laubhan
Monday, July 23, 2012 13:44 — 0 Comments
In the land of offices, I have a second-story
Mort – Daphne Stanford
Thursday, July 12, 2012 9:43 — 4 Comments
I leak, then bow and falter, over what is not enacted but leaves me stripped, unbound
My Own Mysterious Present – Mark DeCarteret
Monday, July 2, 2012 18:44 — 0 Comments
gee, I’m a throwback, not even ex-worthy
Decima After Marc Chagall’s “Daphnis et Chloé, La Leçon de Philéas†– Virgil Suarez
Monday, June 18, 2012 10:55 — 1 Comment
Where I come from there’s water this indigo, a mirror of erasure, made from a firmament of light, sharp and constant, and though
Bread and Salt – R L Swihart
Monday, June 4, 2012 20:20 — 0 Comments
After (as though brushing past her in the dark) Ingeborg Bachmann Here heaven (not sky) has taken another bite from a crisp apple
Go Away Closer – Elizabeth J. Colen
Monday, May 28, 2012 18:34 — 0 Comments
A cow reminds me of my dog and I’m home again, not still weightless in the train car, reading post-it notes you left in a folder. Yellow scatters on the dirty floor like some mad slow snow, it shifts around. I’m undone by the distance, by conversations with strangers, talk starts always with where are you headed or where have you been. No one really listens. Their story always better, judged by main characters who want nothing to do with what’s outside strict narrative of here to there, life to death, and don’t forget babies. I want to tell them […]
House Finch in Bird Bath – Kevin Craft
Monday, May 21, 2012 15:37 — 0 Comments
Down through backyard dogwood
ON NOT GETTING HIRED – Ron Riekki
Monday, May 7, 2012 13:00 — 0 Comments
It’s OK. I have knees. My hotel
Garden Song – Mia Ayumi Malhotra
Monday, April 30, 2012 12:58 — 1 Comment
Knives. Your children are coming to dinner
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
