Poetry
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“What the Tao Has to Say About Flamingos” by Matthew Broaddus
06 March 2015 on PoetryThe room is not pink, but the flamingos are, and the longer I balance here, the deeper the tropics flock to the walls. Plumage clouds the windows. Even the...
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“I Step Into the Refrigerator and Curl” by Connor Willett
06 February 2015 on PoetryEverything is dead, never alive, or preserved. Florescence purer than dirt. I am a white man, in a white refrigerator, in a mountain state. What does that even mean? Sartre...
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“Mirror Mirror” by Chad Hanson
30 January 2015 on PoetryNear the end, Carter began to think that mirrors were unreliable. When he walked past his reflection in the shopping mall, he saw a coyote by his side. He...
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“Before the Day:” by Andrea Scarpino
05 December 2014 on PoetryBefore the Day : sunrise over the lake, seagull clatter, crow, sound of glasses stacked, restacked, metal slid into place. Cacophony of blossoming : forsythia, lilac, cherry’s pink-tipped sway. How...
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“In Solitary” by Kristi Mottla
14 November 2014 on PoetryYou clip deutzia stems in winter and dry them aside the window. They won’t stall in thought of themselves, lost birds stalking wings in a mirror, hedging in longing. There,...
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“Portrait” by Luanne Castle
31 October 2014 on PoetrySo as a sturdy arrow, she scuds into the trembling ocean (which absorbs then releases her in layers) and later arranges her paint pots and the flotsam she brings back...
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“Ars Poetica” by David Roderick
10 October 2014 on PoetrySpool through white and quarters, eighths. While all the while. The lure of idyll as if scotched. Cold rows. Fool again: ice, cut glass, a...
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“Afternoons on Utopia Parkway” by David Roderick
10 October 2014 on PoetryJoseph Cornell Who’s the crow pecking through all that stuff? Sort of parasitic eyebrows, electric bones in his face. Down the cricket stairway to the basement he leaves...
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“Manhattan, A-Train, 5pm” by David Roderick
10 October 2014 on PoetryMaybe the prophet’s right when he says someone sits in judge of us— This here Babylon. We walkin’ in blood. Maybe he’s right about me and every smartphone teen, the...
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“Dirt” by Franklin Cline
26 September 2014 on PoetryLight vacuums up the living room and I’ve been at it again, dirty dishes stacked up on one another, the Jackson 5 ouching from the radio, my knick-knacks thumping and...
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“You Bought Him a Coke” by Amy Lipman
09 May 2014 on PoetryLast ones at the winery, in rocking chairs, we watched the early dusk, and everyone leaving. I asked if you wanted something from the gas station. You didn't, but I...
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“Flotation Device” by Bill Rasmovicz
18 April 2014 on PoetryWhen I say body I mean buoy. By clouds, the television taste of saffron infused lobster mousse, pop stars lonely as fuck in the milky penthouse haze of their elevator-only...
