Melissa Fite Johnson As a Child, Dylan Klebold Loved Origami His mother sat with him at the kitchen table, lifted the coffee mug, heard through all the closed windows of her house a plane somewhere in the distance, marveled at her son’s concentration— his quiet, his small pink tongue burrowing out the corner of his […]
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Melissa Fite Johnson “Saturday Night Conversation”
Melissa Fite Johnson Saturday Night Conversation When I asked Mom why Dad didn’t go to church, she stopped chopping onions but didn’t set down her knife, said her dad hadn’t gone to church either, like that answered the question. Melissa Fite Johnson’s first poetry collection, While the Kettle’s On, is a Kansas Notable Book. https://melissafitejohnson.com/
Read MorePeter Bakowski “After the diagnosis”
Peter Bakowski After the diagnosis The wind blows Jeff’s list of errands across the hospital carpark. Melbourne-born and based, Peter Bakowski fell in love with the map of the world at the age of six.
Read MoreElizabeth Alford “My Lips Recall the Hills”
Elizabeth Alford My Lips Recall the Hills My lips recall the hills and valleys of your body: the dips, the gentle swells of flesh like fertile earth, the curvature of hips and breasts beckoning like mountains, tracing secret paths, parting hairs like grass, how salty lakes of sweat reflect my lamplight’s golden glow. Elizabeth Alford […]
Read MoreJulie Reeser “Between the Spaces”
Julie Reeser Between the Spaces Sometimes a smile is just teeth, Scylla and Charybdis, gnashing at grief deep underneath the eyes seeking auspices in lank body language as we meet and greet each other’s damage. Julie Reeser wanders from web page to willow grove seeking an elusive bit of contrapuntal narrative to spark her work.
Read MoreHowie Good “Belated Elegy for a Tough Jew”
Howie Good Belated Elegy for a Tough Jew If it were now, you would’ve gone to the police, but there were no laws then, just this guy in a leather jacket, and when you wore that, nothing bad could happen to you. Howie Good hears Hank Williams coughing all night long.
Read MoreMark Young “only what you take with you”
Mark Young only what you take with you Nine hours into the Star Wars marathon, my feet drop off, the Danube overflows, & I am reduced to conjugating irregular verbs in Esperanto. Mark Young‘s most recent book is some more strange meteorites which came out from Meritage & i.e. Press, California / New York, in […]
Read MoreMark Young “theremin lies a question”
Mark Young theremin lies a question Will Dr Robert Moog be synthesized now that he has passed away? Mark Young‘s most recent book is some more strange meteorites which came out from Meritage & i.e. Press, California / New York, in early 2017.
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