Howie Good Snow Day Small white envelopes blowing all about, some torn open and already empty, but others with invitations to a children’s party forever sealed inside. Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
Read MoreHowie Good Caution! Poet at Work I have spent many an hour looking out my back door, waiting for something to happen, but nothing that would ever be considered a police matter, nothing even faintly criminal, just for the best words to appear like pigeons strutting into view wearing tiny cowboy hats. Howie Good is […]
Read MoreShloka Shankar Logorrhea I just want to talk quickly, pressing bullets into if, maybe, stupid. An erasure from p. 32 of The Graduation by Christopher Pike. Shloka Shankar , a poet and visual artist from Bangalore, India, enjoys discovering her voice in found texts and manipulating the source when she isn’t editing Sonic Boom and […]
Read MoreShloka Shankar If you listen Tonight, a poem will inadvertently plop down on a back page. An erasure from p. 16 of The Graduation by Christopher Pike. Shloka Shankar , a poet and visual artist from Bangalore, India, enjoys discovering her voice in found texts and manipulating the source when she isn’t editing Sonic Boom […]
Read MoreJohn L. Stanizzi POND 8.2.19 7.44 a.m. 59 degrees Puzzling how one morning the air is packed with the industry of birds who obsess over the feeders, and other morning’s comprise the limited nomenclature of a single cardinal, and way off into the hills, Munson, detailed as a simple tree line, allows the occasional car […]
Read MoreJohn L. Stanizzi POND 7.29.19 8.16 a.m. 76 degrees Pity is the shade of this morning’s heat, offended by my fleshy obstinance, and the non- negotiable parching of the pond bed, distinction of desolation and withering water. John L. Stanizzi is author of the collections , Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After […]
Read MoreJohn L. Stanizzi POND 7.28.19 3.38 p.m. 84 degrees Painting the banks brown, the pond has been strangled, obloquy of nature, stripping away water like memories lost, neighbors concerned as the arid afternoon rises, and young frogs drowse on the dirt banks that two days ago were underwater. John L. Stanizzi is author of the […]
Read MoreWe’re fans of John L. Stanizzi’s ambitious POND project. John writes, “The poems are acrostics. Everyday, at different times during the day, I visit our pond with notebook and camera in hand. I jot down some notes, take a picture or two, if a good photo op. presents itself. Then I head home and write […]
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