Category: Summer 2011 Poetry
. . . Then Huncke, Then Corso, Then Janine, Then Ira, Then . . . for Laki
by Wayne Atherton What of the unseen elder Outlaw rebel death bird Gazing out from red – rimmed watery eyes Fraught with
Outtakes and Non Sequiturs from a longer work still in progress
by Wayne Atherton On puddle top at Puddle Dock, a symphony of rain rings; the whipsnap of canvas mast on Gundalow Down at the docks at
Rabbit Year, Penelope
by Laura Behr The first notes, sung upside down, in a warbler’s song. Eyes closed. Moonlight stripped, throat full of love. Relief bracing,
Ledge
by Alicia Fisher Lovely is the wild impassive rise of the sun. The day boils and sings. I lean into its cusp. I am here. This new is enough.
Mail Payment To
by Alicia Fisher God only knows how many people leave sticky notes for their dead, Pens pressed against slump – shouldered memories. We
Where Do Sons Come From ?
by Alicia Fisher It was vengeance, hot and dove – soft, that brought you to the wide doomy edge, a lucid candle standing Godtall and
Geary and Gough — The day of the assassinations, November 27, 1978
by Bill Edmondson At St. Mary’s of the Assumption Under infrequent sun At certain times on certain days The shadow of a woman’s breast
Cupid’s Bullet
by Bill Edmondson The night I fell backward off the stool At Rancho Nicasio Bar And the owner suggested I get the hell out I gathered my bones
Harrison And Beale
by Bill Edmondson You’ve parked on the overpass Must get down to Beale Street Could take the long way around But the unmarked mouth of a
By Aleksey Porvin 5
Like March snow, you spend white until it thaws — dark patches, perhaps brightened by a pack of cigarettes — empty throw – away,