Category: Poetry

Brendan Brady/Poetry

The Snow in March is Tired Powdered abstractions in an opaque vanity, sickly snow perspires and gasps, engorged and sinking into sleep. A lullaby swallowed is wasted under evening daffodil while streetlights seize, blinking and...

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Cammy Pedroja/3 Poems

The Invisible Man   By the window, on a black bone chair the germs leave your body through smoke. Can two tandem blankly to bash out a cure? I have read that drones die in the act of mating. Honey-stomachs busting in the rub of...

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Emily Carney Reviews Elizabeth Cohen

  Against the Ache: Elizabeth Cohen’s The Patron Saint of Cauliflower   By Emily Carney Contributing Reviewer “I’m preparing for the end of the world / again,” writes Elizabeth Cohen, “which is to say I am making / goulash.”...

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Reme Terrelonge/Poetry

Songbird’s Strum Storm Anaphora happens at the beginning. Anaphora is a prelude. Anaphora has not started to move. Anaphora is shaky. Anaphora shines obliviously. Anaphora introduces it anew. It is the birth.   An enigma is...

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Tongue-Threaded Shuttle/Book Review

Homo digitalis moves to the modern implementation of 1s and zeros to explain the contemporary means of communication and understanding. “The electronic web that connects/computers, ussers,/sounds, images, texts,/in all languages and fields of knowledge/has been called the Aleph,/the point that contains all the places of the world/seen from all angles/without superposition or transparency,/the sphere without a circumference/whose center is everywhere.” A no more beautiful or fitting description of what we might find in an afterlife that unites us with the universe (unless we’re already there), as that center moves from one place to another while always remaining at the center.

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ÁRPÁD  FARKAS/Poetry

Poems by ÁRPÁD  FARKAS Translated from the Hungarian by Paul Sohar   Let There be No Silence (Csak csend ne legyen) Let wispy little voices spring from blocks of dumbstruck dawns, let them flood the borders of glistening fields,...

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Alice Mazzei

Black Rooms and Oracle Bones   Black rooms lie littered with bleached bones sterling white like plated silver tibia and fibia, Their dainty curves drawing the eye across them as a mathematician’s compass draws truths In...

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