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…
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…