c bent by page to form a sling, the clasp of pap- er enfolds thought into type-projectile. within word space it will be an edge weapon, carved from ink, an ogive of tone. it flits as a consonant presage by…
Category: Poetry
Poetry: Omnidawn Chapbook Contest Finalists
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Poetry: Catherine Meng
THE WOODPECKER One leg of the dock is carried off by an unprecedented tide free-standing now, pronounces each syllable fluttering at the darkness’ edge to stanch the grief of one image is to create another in close proximity to convey…
Poetry: Jenny Drai
(from an untitled poem sequence) next to you so I can hear the laces of fact : but also emboldens to the western forest w/other : ‘you have your battalion & I’ve amassed my own’ : interrupted & interlaced :…
Poetry: Richard Meier
* A negative construct, the tree in the sun through a tree, the building in they built the building for its space, the space we can still see before exterior walls and windows and a roof. Is it a building…
Poetry: Sandra Lim
CLIFFS Words are afraid up here. The rapture and the terrifying exposure. Strange birds roosting, a human voice shouting a world’s-end shout. Snow hurries to the meeting, wanting to cover the waking in my body. I could fill up the…
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…