Steve Klepetar Knowing the Way He uses words to make something he could grip with hands, a rope or chain, something he could haul, like planks or boards or bricks, not water, not wind, not a song caught in his ear since last week but a body made of air, limping through crowds as if […]
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Steve Klepetar “Boy Scouts of America”
Steve Klepetar Boy Scouts of America I saw a Boy Scout yesterday in our dying mall where he built a fire, spun straw into gold, sang “Waltzing Matilda” as he drifted out the exit doors, his hatchet face honed by wind. Steve Klepetar wishes he could behold nothing that is not there and the nothing […]
Read MoreGianna Sannipoli “Never Odd or Even”
Gianna Sannipoli Never Odd or Even I want a love like a palindrome, working backwards and forwards— always arriving at the same conclusion. Gianna Sannipoli can romanticize just about anything.
Read MoreJ.R. Solonche “After a Chinese Poem”
J.R. Solonche After a Chinese Poem Not eager for news, I am the recluse who will not answer the door for fear he will open to one who comes this near only to ask the way to another’s house. J.R. Solonche is the author of eight books of poetry.
Read MoreDevon Balwit “Guests”
Devon Balwit Guests Sometimes in winter, the light catches the water to reveal ice-bloom, a strange lace very like the fungus that occasionally dapples my belly and sends me reaching for cream, for no reason, really, so gentle a guest is it as we briefly share a skin. Devon Balwit is working on welcoming the […]
Read MoreMorgan Lael “Voicemail from father”
Morgan Lael Voicemail from father I’m flummoxed by the blatant disregard for etiquette you showed while eating your McDonald’s fries on Instagram as though your mother didn’t pay three grand and schedule her chemo appointments around your weekly lessons at finishing school to prepare you for just such a moment when you’d be eating without […]
Read MoreJon Densford “Sunyata”
Jon Densford Sunyata Inside my fortune cookie I find nothing – no paper slip, no words, no winning numbers – nothing but a presence of almonds grown on a rain-soaked hillside. Jon Densford lives in Memphis and has had several poems appear in print and online publications, including his favorites Right Hand Pointing and One […]
Read MoreJ.I. Kleinberg: 2 poems
J.I. Kleinberg In the unrelenting battle against doggerel and sloth, J.I. (Judy) Kleinberg wields recycle-bin magazines, x-acto knife, and glue.
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