My aunt carries turkey soup on her head my aunt in the middle of the Sahara, walking with scalding hot turkey soup, carrying it across the desert, turkey bones knocking against the sweaty plastic of her yellow thermos. she sings when she walks. her mascara drips, black paint streaking down her face. Tears for Terry, […]
Issue 71
Kris T. Kahn: INEBRIATE
Like the feel of bottle between the balls of palms, the mere look of it after all these years, golden and sleek like honey or some god, the caress, the deft stroke as across and down a shoulder, a hip bone; like the eyes knowing what they have missed, the stomach craving just one amber […]
Matt Hart: Chop-Chop on the Cherry Tree, Cherry Chop-Chop
Chop-chop on the cherry tree, cherry chop-chop. Our legends dissolve in a panoply of whispers. In fabulous strain. In a frisking of whiskers we watch the experiment spin down the drain the soap-on-a-rope still hanging and the little plastic ship in the sink on the lake. In the street children banging on cast iron pots […]
Kirsten Andersen: Family Court
Remember the beatings after the streetlights went out, the small change, the coffee cups, my Nikes kicked up on the barstool. Remember the dog who was thrown down the stairs, the white veils in the wind at our first communion, the blood in the wine, the salt on the meat, and Gloria rolling joints on […]
PBQ Interviews: Singer, Songwriter Josh Ritter
AM: How long have you been writing poems? JR: I always thought that I could write, but until I got started playing the guitar, I didn’t feel like I had a focus in writing. I didn’t feel especially attached to anything. Writing songs is more like doing a crossword than anything – you’re giving yourself […]