It’s rocks you’re after and you rake the way glaciers convey erratics :stones that hold all losses —your hand sweeps the water-shine contour without trace calibrating ear to sea :a music bent —all stones sing out as deaf composers insist a Grosse Fuge —those broken waves, the sound of earth drinking. —for Simon Perchik
Issue 93
Rhonda Lott: Ode to Dolly Parton
—a collage poem of lines from The Michigan Bulb Company Old world charm meets modern garden performance! Nothing gobbles up attention like the large and showy double white with soft pink tips tailored for heavy feeding demands. These are the biggest blueberries you’ll ever see— sweet, tasty and self-pollinating. Long production season, high yield. Don’t […]
Kate Light: Build It Like This
Build it burnished. Say: acrid, say sienna, say serialism, say, thigh, say thy. Build it skyward. Say: promise, say, everything, say: uncontrollable. Build it skyward. Say tongue, say wrist, say: I want, say, you know what I want. Say: strangely, ripe, music; induction, seduction, say: yes. Rev. Revelation. Reveling revenant. Say underlip. Underbelly. Winterlight. Opalescent. […]
Andrew Kozma: Anniversary
Winter’s coming. In Houston, the leaves that remain green for most of the year litter the ground like rose petals. I’ve stared at this bud so long in the vase waiting to catch the bloom at the cusp of breaking I’ve lost faith in the flower. In my hand, your hand slowly warming. We are […]
Zachary Kocanda: NPR’s ALL SIR MIX-A-LOT SONGS CONSIDERED
Put my hands under warm water. I want the face of your cat sweater meowing into my back. You give sincerity to the phrase, “Only if she’s five-three,” and shorty, we mix a lot, like when I drink wine and whatever it is I do when I drink wine, or like [list of hot beverages], or like how I […]
Tom Kelly: Big Budget Apocalypse
As old timey Westerns foretold, cowboys reclaimed the dust lands: black bandanas sewn with coyote claws, buzzard plume, King James Bible cutouts cursing the world to come. Next, satellites abandoned air & crashed subtle as heaven -destined skydivers shrugging ripcord disaster. This attracted bystanders: basement-dwelling cyberpunks later reduced to neon puddles. When you wandered the […]