Graham Foust – Four Poems
Graham Foust Four Poems Concussion If God is not a Polaroid by God God’s not a Polaroid. It’s good that we rummage through smoke …
"Poetry begins and ends with a rhyme." (D. Rudoy)
Graham Foust Four Poems Concussion If God is not a Polaroid by God God’s not a Polaroid. It’s good that we rummage through smoke …
Amy Silbergeld Stain I can come to miles easy as away is easy even occasionally to wake halfway through the night to remember your skin(if …
Elaine Kahn A Poem any cold time underneath the lake are ears, clouds, handwater: the Midwest. dirty sand sewed in like a fat drop sloped …
Ernst Herbeck (with translation by Gary Sullivan) Golden ABCs The sequence A-Z The alphabet in order The lock The book order B-Y The interim …
Halie Theoharides Two Poems Is it okay to live together before marriage When I first met you, you looked busy. You were. You had several …
Melissa DeGezelle Exact Cash at the Anorexic Bank Open the bone lotion Nap with a candle in the bathtub — that’s where the accident happened …
Jim Behrle Two Poems I MOVE THE CLOCKS AHEAD EVERY WEEKEND for Katy Henriksen Fake every punt / Taint misbehaving I just duct-taped …
Bruna Mori 3 Poems Q: Brighton Beach (Brooklyn) Igor pours Stoli over a knife to separate it from the tomato juice. I toast “zavas,” and …
Bret Shepard Weather There was a We in weather. We drifted river-water,its texture at noon. At—such a strange hinge, rarely accurate. We miss the sounds. …