Category: Winter 2010 Poems

Appetizers—for Jack Myers, 1988
by Mark Cox What I’d pay to see, the man says, is a bull elephant fighting a rhinoceros, and reaching for the smothered nachos, adds, now that

Stars—for Jack Myers, 1984
by Mark Cox Last night, like a match tossed off onto the lawn, it bloomed and disappeared. I kept smoking. And my dog kept nosing the damp

Meeting Robert Lowell
by B.Z. Niditch Into your creaking office with ivy toned wisdom carrying Catullus but fearing thirst and hell you were defenseless in a wizened

Cesar Vallejo’s Night, 1892 – 1938
by B.Z. Niditch Night travels the field among a hundred days, your bed enters darkness on a bridge of departure from a poor man working dreams

The Allotments
by Patrick Dillon I see they’ve put a new McSorley in the ground along with all the McBrides and Hanrahans the Smiths and Smythes, as though in

Rosy
by Patrick Dillon Once upon a time when yellow hens laid purple eggs, not long before she touched the car and went off into the photograph. high

Song of the Slave Poets
by Patrick Dillon We go blind at the deskpit Fussing out our commas Feeling for something like a teapot That will contain everything. Life is

Chandelier
by Joanne Lowery For lack of a better name, let us call this darkness “Klimt.” True, squares of white and gold tile his paintings, naked fish

Plath to Her Scholars
by Joanne Lowery Girls, aren’t you the ones who under the guise of “get a life” subsist in universities with towers of my books piled on your

Two Rivers
by Robin Behn A tune by Larry Unger — for Jack Myers Two minds, side by side. Your two minds walking a road, a road that plunges