Category: Winter 2013 Poetry
“what is poetry?”
by Ulrike Draesner translated from German by Iain Galbraith cleaning vacuuming wiping runny noses a scraped knee stroking tummy to put
through the woods, the nested stalks
by Ulrike Draesner translated from German by Iain Galbraith the trunks, chopped, logged (brandenburg wood) the soft firs laid on long
ball-lightning, hammond organ
by Ulrike Draesner translated from German by Iain Galbraith but didn’t she but didn’t she die but didn’t she revive and was therefore
Sweeney’s Nest
by Philip Arnold An Irish King of Connaught, Sweeney was cursed and made to think he was a bird. How I skimmed the battered
At the End of the Day
by Bill Brown God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through. — Paul Valery My neighbor stirs around
Family Cemetery
by Bill Edmondson A clash of whirling galaxies Utter their light through the black of the brain Of a man standing among bones and dust In a weedy
The Friends I Loved and Left Behind after Elizabeth Bishop
by Mariela Griffor A farewell to a dear friend is never enough. We must bring him flowers, songs with spinning words and good wishes. We must
Explaining Efflorescence
by Nina Bennett The chemist: Water seeps through the brick, dissolves salts, evaporates, leaves a white crystalline deposit on the surface. The
Glimpse to Marlene, September 2011
by David Filer The slough is finally calm, and in the last light, the palisades are doubled, white mist dissipating twice. I was afraid for us
There Used To Be Gentlemen
by Maria DiLorenzo who handled their women like art in a museum, forbidden to touch, yet sometimes slyly touched, my grandfather in 1945 kissing