I took your large hand and raised it. Just this, I said, the tip of a finger or two – just to the nail or so – into my mouth, which had dreamed of just that. You made a sound I hoped was a gasp and I wanted – as I had for 30 years […]
Poetry 100
Brandon Thomas DiSabatino: “a portrait of cave fires on walls as the first sitcom in syndication.”
“a portrait of cave fires on walls as the first sitcom in syndication.” the naked, midnight diners are at it again, posed in the windows like an advent calendar across from me. totems of unwashed dishes pile in the sink; heat from hog grease peels their wallpaper back. a nightmare of human real estate. scalloped […]
Brandon Thomas DiSabatino: “tuscarawas river song.”
“tuscarawas river song.” born sightless but going into focus w/ the softness of an acetylene flame – your eyes, blue animals running from their own reflection (torn-into) as a mouth w/ the gums gone open: for hog-tied whippoorwills in mock poses of the living; clouds balled w/ the fists of arthritic […]
Abraham Smith: They Paint
themselves with mud and the afterlives of certain pondy ass plants and they accomplice ‘at with a whole lot of throwing stoop and pitch stoop and pitch it stoop pitch hey what you can’t see can feel it falling but there again you threw it so you are it just […]
Owen Torrey: Tidal
As seen through the skimming Lips of the mesh rimmed catch. Caught Up in it. Left for too long. It being Tree tips shaken off to meet the much stuccoed Breast of pool bottom, breaching. The last time We left for the summer was the first time The earth began to turn. And after all, […]
Sadie Shorr-Parks: Good sleep
Tonight is wonderful, considering. Earth is never urged to be so indigo, so chilled. Two crows settled in my tree, a boring mutt of oak and pine outside my kitchen window. I see their rainbow necks twisting while I eat breakfast. Naturally, my dreams are no longer good thinking grounds: swooping shadows on noon sky. […]