Sreedhar Vinnakota Suffocation An embarrassed smile under the spotlight, a whimper in the cacaphony, a wave of the hand to greet the anonymous, an eye on the clock, handshakes to overcome moments, a hug and a swivel to dispel distance inching to get a foot in the door to escape – all mean the same […]
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Michael Estabrook: “because of the encumbrance of material things”
Michael Estabrook because of the encumbrance of material things All of us should remember to throw out our old stoves. Michael Estabrook, retired now, writing more poems and working more outside just noticed two Cooper’s hawks staked out in his yard, or above it, really, which explains the disappearing chipmunks.
Read MoreJ. R. Solonche: “In My Head”
J. R. Solonche In My Head In my head I have become an expert in questioning the dead, who answer “Yes” or “No,” which is all they are permitted.
Read MoreMegan Merchant: “Splitting Points”
Megan Merchant Splitting Points The lightest rain in heat is sweat, glistens and wrinkles the paper-brick house we kept dark so as not to singe the joints. Megan Merchant writes during nap time and was the winner of the 2015 Lyrebird Prize for her forthcoming book, The Dark’s Humming.
Read MoreMegan Merchant: “To nearly touch”
Megan Merchant To nearly touch the dent his head makes on the pillow that smells like tangerine and fur, is to blur the soft edges between familiar and worn. Megan Merchant writes during nap time and was the winner of the 2015 Lyrebird Prize for her forthcoming book, The Dark’s Humming.
Read MoreKen Slaughter: “Shivering”
Ken Slaughter Shivering in the March wind after the hearing we walk from the courthouse to our cars still holding hands. Ken Slaughter is a tanka writer who likes one sentence poems.
Read MoreMelissa Fu: “Confusion”
Melissa Fu Confusion At first I wanted something to be everything, but it turns out that everything is something. Melissa Fu reads, writes, and does arithmetic.
Read MoreRodd Whelpley: “Preening in July”
Rodd Whelpley Preening in July In the parking lot the delightful narcissist goldfinch alights on one rearview, then the next – sings to his love at every stop. Rodd Whelpley is the secret poet in residence at the Illinois Municipal Electric Agency, where he also runs an electric efficiency program for 33 cities in the […]
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