Lauren Brazeal is currently earning her MFA in poetry from Bennington College. Her work has appeared in Folio, Natural Bridge, Verse Daily and Salamander among other journals. She’s currently working on a series about her time as a runaway in California.
Lauren Brazeal: Cherry Baby
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Lauren Brazeal: Germ
Germ, We’re huddled in the dark because the room’s painted black, because OD shook us and said a helicopter’s circling the roof and any minute we’ll be cornered. Any minute, men with guns will find us. But we can hide here, our whispers coiling, watching yellow stars writhe and scatter in our eyes. The ceiling’s […]
John Timpane: Yo Yo Ma and His Cello
_____________________October 17, 1999 Yo Yo Ma, Yo Yo Ma, you forgot your cello, yo! Yo Yo Ma, Yo Yo Ma, you forgot your cello, yo! Think Yo Yo Ma, think Yo, Another Yo and Ma, Think “cello.” So Does he. He Is his cello; his Cello is he. He Rode a taxi Twenty October minutes […]
Mara Jebsen: Manhatta Menagerie
(Manahatta, I’ve heard, was once the word for “hilly island in wolf country”) each was crouched in the bare-bone black- knuckle misery of his private winter. then come the intoxicant of air. now, unfurling from our spines: small creatures— a dragon, wolf, tender-necked giraffe; the tawny, sweet-blooded african lion; a witch stick-puppet from our childhoods […]
Mara Jebsen: A Reason to Howl
A grieving mind is wild dogs & flowers. It wags a center like a stamen, like a dusty yellow tongue. It soothes the heartache of a widow as she grips a wooden spoon, plumping up a chicken in a pot of sliced onion. Her bad husband undid her apron. He was risen shining-fresh from the […]