A graduate of the MFA program at the University of Iowa, Robert Herschbach now lives and works in Maryland. His poems have appeared in Fine Madness, Fugue, Natural Bridge, South Carolina Review, The Southern Poetry Review, The Sow’s Ear Poetry Review, Subtropics, Quarterly West, West Branch and other journals. http://terrarium.typepad.com/.
1. A paperback alien, he radiates swimming-pool green, glowing through his wraps. The cable, strange tail, spirals to a box on the floor. My wife gives him milk and he steeps her in light. We study his skin tone, I press my finger and see, letting go, how red rushes back in. He’s like […]
Bonaparte looks unwell in the prize picture by Gros — the shame of war paining him like a hangover. The Grande Armée smaller by fifteen thousand. His generals wishing they were back on their plinths. The Prussian town manufacturing smoke, brown flakes settling on the field and its bodies, unprofitable carnage, as a […]