Sean Tierney The Sunset Witch The sunset witch stole my arms on a hot night when the sky was dirty, like the back of a refrigerator, and all I can do is stare at the many doors in my life that’ll never be opened again. Sean Tierney is an American poet living with the green […]
Read MoreM.J. Iuppa To Destination Scopello, Sicily, 2018 No street signs, only switch- back roads rising to blind turns spinning us down dusty corridors walled by cacti and sprays of fuchsia, not knowing what lies ahead is a cliff hanger: freshly squeezed blood orange sun incandescent sea M.J. Iuppa ‘s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst […]
Read MoreMelanie Du Bose Paper Boats They’re folded together so carefully these words, which sink without a sound in a lake, that is not really a lake, but a blown up pool in someone’s front yard, the neighbors sigh and close the curtains wishing we’d keep our poverty and kids in the backyard. Melanie Du Bose […]
Read MoreMark Young geographies: Azul The failure of English pianos due to less effective parental discipline was par- ticularly noticeable in the Argentine. Mark Young‘s most recent book is les échiquiers effrontés, a collection of surrealist visual poems laid out on a chessboard grid, just published by Luna Bisonte Prods.
Read MoreMark Young geographies: Roscommon In isolation, adipose tissue reduces the microcosm that is Ireland into a gated community of various migratory & local birds who share a propensity to commit mass suicide when new epidemic diseases appear. Mark Young‘s most recent book is les échiquiers effrontés, a collection of surrealist visual poems laid out on […]
Read MoreJ. R. Solonche One Word One word leads to another, and perhaps someday I’ll find out which. J. R. Solonche, who has been publishing since the early 70s, is author of six books of poetry, coauthor of one, and author of one chapbook,
Read MoreJ. R. Solonche One Foot Apart When I’m writing a poem, I’m marking time with its foot, but when I’m not writing a poem, I’m marking time with my foot. J. R. Solonche, who has been publishing since the early 70s, is author of six books of poetry, coauthor of one, and author of one […]
Read MoreJ. R. Solonche When I Found Myself When I found myself, on this bright sunny May morning, driving behind a shiny black hearse, looking at the bright blue sky and the bright white clouds reflected in the polished glass of the rear window, I reflected on my own death because I could not think of […]
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