Morning is too much after the hurricane, umbrella bones scattered, sun baking wet sidewalk, my mouth sour with alcohol, feeling a little sorry for myself. I put, take a shower on my list of things to do. Brush my teeth. Get over big love. My body is shaking. I want to make a sound, something […]
Poetry 67
Daniel Kane: Absenteeism in the Work Place (Fat Song)
I’m cleaning like mad “Who did it and ran” is what they’ll be thinking if they show up to find my house this pigsty as if I were never here “Who did it and ran” I hope you’re having a wonderful time this Labor Day weekend I can’t come into work I’m making cheesecake for […]
Sascha Feinstein: Crops
Some seasons the family remembers: that spring when Po Sen’s mother gave birth to her in a field that yielded nothing and forced the women to buy rice near a river village. They hunched and pressed their foreheads into cloth straps—Like this, she seems to say, and places my hand on her thigh so I […]
William E. Dudley: Dust
blossoms into what looks like wrens that sleep minutes with a woman who paints them living on the side of a hill much closer than you realize with a nose so straight the point of perfection is silent next to a garden that clings to Martin Van Buren
Alison H. Deming: The Blackwater
Traveling past deadfall hickory and cypress knees, past the pearly eggs of apple snails beaded onto pickerelweed, the metallic lace golden orb spiders had strung between us and the sky, we paddled where the river took us, easy bending passage through a wilderness that gave way only enough for us to keep moving, unsure where […]
Colin A. Clarke: I Lost Half of My House This Morning
I lost half of my house this morning. The two halves of what was to be my home were hurtling down I-83. The man driving my shower, my living room, my tiled kitchen counter, my southern exposure, fell asleep, charged over the rumble strip, and ran head-first down a steep, wooded slope that served as […]