Category: New Work

Poetry: Todd Melicker

* rendezvous: sincerely, (please insert your dna sequence here) so named i’m coming aware of the whole, what that all parts belong       & so does water                   coaxed forth that’s what i wanted to say/tell you               the animals the animals               relieve…

Poetry: Matthew Cooperman

Still: Pioneer Craft: a means of moving forward by focused attention to presence in physical form Object: Shangri La, Valhalla, Elysium, Cibola, Shambhala, Arcadia, Utopia, Pleasantville, Dick Dale, Moby Dick, Ojai, Daisen, Asphodel (that greeny flower) Expression: Why, you’ve got…

Poetry: Sandra Doller

LIKE SUGAR LIKE                      I can spell anesthesiologist but not marvelously                     —blimp—           Meaningful meaning           +           meaningless meaning           ‘Everyone’ is always an exaggeration The story of a student who walked onto the field a man and left a woman The story…

Poetry: Grace Grafton

“Language is how ghosts enter the world” — Anne Micheals Curiosity steeps her in inquisitive tea, questions like burrs or the way the flesh of a cling peach won’t release the pit. She knows: it’s her love affair with the…

Poetry: Tobey Kaplan

* color first a thousand kids first a thousand kids’ energy musing in late dark theatres of lonely houses her leg leans heavy my arm draped casually on her thigh not a day goes by without my considering her love…

Poetry: Sandra Stone

The Sadness Of Penmanship by Sandra Stone Another day’s climate. Tympani on the glass, an amazement of notes cascading. Javelins are my rain, little assassins that pierce the flesh. Someone’s nominal neighbor is inscribing his lawn with arabesques. His machine…

Poetry: Chris Tysh

from Molloy, The Flip Side (a translation in verse of Beckett’s novel) by Chris Tysh On the other side of the ledger Inspection reveals a loose Spring in the sum total, a hole Where my possessions had been Hat, bicycle,…

Poetry: Mary Mackey

A Visitor’s Guide To The Favelas Of Rio by Mary Mackey Rocinha, Mangeira, Morro de Macacos up on the hills they are casting the shells O côro das vozes femininas cantando looking into the future rattling the buzios pasting dyed…

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…