Category: New Work

Poetry: Craig Morgan Teicher

THE NAUTICAL BLOGS by Craig Morgan Teicher Now it’s raining, hard, and what does that mean? The Internet shines through the rain like a tiger’s eye through the jungle dark. Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow, nor hail shall make…

Poetry: George Kalamaras

Unanswered Left Shoe It could be as simple as rabbit scratch in an ancient hut. Simple, say, as a focus that has much verdigris that the troglodytes flock hard. He is picketed to a nickering drink from the mud-glove. She…

Poetry: Nurduran Duman

* Picturetranslated by Ru en Ergünthe empty frame in meis a fracture waterthe lake of past time Colorless end. the tulle of swanis smoke on my faceits photograph is black No white in the love word… this sadness this expression…

Poetry: Sarah Mangold

*Bright Fruit My inflection but it’s her sewing machine the original address contained walk from it a trick is the book the essence of the trip impersonating Arkansas They could summon only you moving furniture against the walls he refrained…

Poetry: Stephen Vincent

*from Sleeping With Sapphoby Stephen Vincent 4. ]heartless ]tentative ]I will not ]not for you ]darkness ] ]the footfall ] ]pure crimson ] 9. ] ] ] ]thoughtless]her sandals]]double-knotted]17. ]sleep ]without a face ] ] if yes, spring ]birth ]…

Poetry: Shira Dentz

*to the equinoxtrees outside veins.spindles lacingsoon enough there’ll be leaves.start with phrases,a spray of branchesas the wind blowsis a bit coldantlers splay white sky.skin the riddle of trees,raised question marks.

Poetry: Nathan Parker

*The Journey Backafter Tolkien, Shelley, Nelson, Eastwood, Housman, Justice, Bishop Cradling my drunken brotherIn my broken arms I trackedThe last cloud on earth afterDeciding the last movie lackedCowboys. True, the river clipsWere something to behold.(write it!)Michael I love you and…

Poetry: Rob Schlegel

* from ICEBLINK She neither arrives nor departsbut modifies constant Cove’s pliable shore Never tethered is itso permanent to regard itselfimmortal Bury she may his boneswithin the ossuary Crab-apple or buried sun She questions the one part of every soundpining…

Poetry: Caroline Crumpacker

September 26: 90 Degrees and RisingSallow afternoon of girls around the perimeterRemember she preferred the silent playground incipient identities:she preferred the lesser intercourses the classic picnic table framing herresistance as social critique.Remember she preferred offering, a body on hers, the…

Poetry: James Belflower

from FRIEND OF MIES VAN DER ROHEIn Canaan night, tent lanterns along both clineswomen and children on one, the shuddering river between and on an othermy brother’s hand turns our gifton another side— That night Jacob waited alone. “Let me…