j. lewis Labyrinth I named my otoliths Theseus and Minotaur for those days when the world around me gyrates out of control as hunter and half-bull run wildly through the maze in my inner ear. j.lewis has enough in life to keep him dizzy without vertigo, but it comes and goes anyway.
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Ingrid Bruck “My face is broken…”
Ingrid Bruck My face is broken, drooping mouth, one eye won’t shut, a summer rainstorm. Ingrid Bruck is a poet/storyteller/retired library director whose work has appeared in Howl of Sorrow: A Collection of Poems Inspired by Hurricane Sandy, Topograpraphy and Panopolyzine.
Read MoreSara Adams: “M.O.”
Sara Adams M.O. I guess I’ll go to dinner with your mom if she pays but I’m not taking a shower and I’m bringing this warm flat half-drunk two-liter of Pepsi. Sara Adams entertains herself mostly by writing experimental, found, and collaborative poetry, some of which is linked from her website: www.kartoshkaaaaa.com.
Read MoreAtoosa Grey: “Minor Scale”
Atoosa Grey Minor Scale I promised to love you religiously but the seemingly holiest things sometimes hold you captive. Atoosa Grey’s chapbook, Black Hollyhock, was released in the Fall of 2015 by Finishing Line Press.
Read MoreJosh Weston: “An Entrance”
Josh Weston An Entrance No limning of the speed with which the bat zips into the crush of boughs — I paused, knelt to shut the window — soundless fallout leaves already touching down. Josh Weston lives in Grand Rapids, MI, where etc.
Read MoreBrendan Gillett: Haiku with Subtitles, Translation, & Interpretation
Brendan Gillett Haiku (with Subtitles) あの。。。ぼくは [Ah, so…as for me] こどもに日本語 [like a child in Japanese] で話せます。 [how it is spoken.] Haiku (with Translation) あの。。。ぼくは こどもに日本語 で話せます。 Hesitant, for me childlike Japanese is the only thing spoken. Haiku (with Interpretation) あの。。。ぼくは こどもに日本語 で話せます。 I feel small, trying a language that I learned late— clinging to […]
Read MoreHowie Good: “To a Student Who Asks…”
Howie Good To a Student Who Asks, ‘Can I Do Something for Extra Credit?’ When refugees from the fighting drown trying to reach shore, you can memorialize the spot with plastic flowers, dead flies, and drawings of frowny faces, before resolutely going back to whatever it is you ordinarily do worlds away from the dark […]
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