Category: Fall 2013 Poetry

From B. to B.
by Blanca Castellón ( When I lose myself ) Dear Blanca I haven’t seen you of late you’ve been insubstantial ethereal transparent and all those

Vademecum
by Blanca Castellón “To be, or not to be: that is the question” — W. S. To be a poet the main thing is to be a poet no matter if you wear a

Dark Matters
by John J. Ronan In a universe of unidentified dark Matter, no wonder you wake, Anxious in the a.m.’s Bleak bedroom, Roof exploded and you

Time
by Myronn Hardy But this is for a time. A time that slides down branches. A time seen in mirrors as a trapezoid of light in constant tremor. A

Recite
by Myronn Hardy But I thought this was love. The beginning ending the sugar maples’ first leaves. The becoming of someone else more at

Days of Tempest
by Sergio Badilla Castillo Wang Wei is confused. What disturbance makes him think of Li Yuan? Does the storm like a rat gnaw Tang Dynasty from

Thinking of Kandinsky and Gabriele Münter
by Sergio Badilla Castillo My nickname is conspicuous here in Munich’s bohemian quarter among orthodox Jews and immigrants from the East. In the

Lobby
by Sergio Badilla Castillo In Avellaneda Pizarnik surprises me with a look of devastation wrought by the sullen city’s shadows. Each of us has

End Song
by Sergio Badilla Castillo Something made Vallejo afraid in public places, on the side streets adjoining the Jardin de Luxembourg / in ’20s Paris

March
by David Cope white dawnlight thru my windows, thru fronds of cycad & spathphylum — fierce light after months of storm & sigh, turning