Category: Winter 2013 Poetry
The Secret, Painting by William Bouguereau
by Polly Giantonio Her shoulder, soft and full as a swan’s breast, illumines homely features in graceful symmetry — ivory beauty with reticent
Imminent Tribulations
by Kevin Sweeney My pal David had the shits last night and doesn’t drive so I took him to the dentist, past the Congregational church on Woodford
My Fiancé
by Kevin Sweeney She sat on the right, was willing to answer questions which, nights in July, met silence from others, gave me an enthusiastic Hi
Knockout
by Kevin Sweeney I felt she was cheating on me that afternoon in front of Melman’s Market. I was a limp 14. The boy holding her hand looked 17.
naked apes
by Judith Zander translated from German by Bradley Schmidt at least the animals loved our hedging talk grated geckoes good for coughs
whatever happens
by Judith Zander translated from German by Bradley Schmidt february at the latest daily leafing through the orchid calender in the
from the plane you see
by Ulrike Almut Sandig translated from German by Bradley Schmidt by day the smart bluescreen of pools in one thousand and one gardens
COLOR
by Ulrike Almut Sandig translated from German by Bradley Schmidt * shoot a PICTURE: my clothes are blue. forget me not. this flower is
brandenburg
by Ulrike Almut Sandig translated from German by Bradley Schmidt all routes leading here were quick and blue. on signs were warnings of
After a Stroke, My Mother Speaks to a Stuffed Pheasant in Her Son-in-Law’s Living Room
by Tom Daley Pheasant, I promised my sons I will only leave them to climb the hill to the long sleep if you dare to fan your wings in this room.