David Hanlon My Growing Self-Esteem Is a Kingfisher’s Plumage How they glissade together – fire & water, flames blazing, oceans rising, look, I tell myself, look. David Hanlon is a Welsh poet who is fascinated by the human condition.
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David Hanlon “I Love You, the Way You”
David Hanlon I Love You, the Way You anthropomorphize the weather, shine like a gingko tree in autumn. David Hanlon is a Welsh poet who is fascinated by the human condition.
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George Burns Sometimes during the day, I close my eyes and I can feel last night’s dream, or a piece of it, still flowing along like an underground stream flickers of mica and shadows of fish quick to hide. George Burns is a long time poet, published in Right Hand Pointing and author of If […]
Read MoreBen Sloan “Sumatra Dark Roast”
Ben Sloan Sumatra Dark Roast Trying to figure out what it is I’m thinking today, I eventually just give up and decide to let it all go— and when I do, I see the day sitting out there all around me like a bunch of crows on a power line, hunched over, each one’s back […]
Read MoreFor Mimi Parker: “All That You Gave.”
Mimi: All that you gave This time it’s over so leave your weary bones and fly. For Mimi Parker (1967-2022), vocalist and drummer of the band Low. Poem is two lines taken from lyrics of the Low songs “Quorum” and “Fly” by Alan Sparhawk and Mimi Parker, from the album Double Negative.
Read MoreJerry Krajnak “Hope”
Jerry Krajnak Hope My final tomato vine froze last night after it waged quite a fight, surviving a long season of drought, then too much rain, fusarium wilt, powdery mildew, stinkbugs, aphids, fruitworms, frass, and, yes, neglect, its final fruit, picked green and hard, asleep in newsprint under my bed, waiting for a winter day […]
Read MoreAma Bolton “Un Autre Fois”
Ama Bolton Un Autre Fois Dans un autre bois un autre soir on vient voir les feux de l’automne et la pluie pointilliste la pluie qui lave les feuilles vermoulues sur lesquelles sont écrits les quatre vingt dix neuf prénoms du dieu. Another Time In another wood another evening we come to see autumn fires […]
Read MoreJudy Kronenfeld “Together”
Judy Kronenfeld Together You share my room three nights in the surgical ward, sleeping awkwardly on a foldout chair, as I doze in my opiate-quieted bed— the soothing arm’s reach between us all the sweetness we can know. Judy Kronenfeld‘s fifth full-length book of poetry, Groaning and Singing, was published by FutureCycle Press in February, […]
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