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“Should You Ever Read This Poem” by Stuart Dischell

28 March on Poetry

Flying home from LaGuardia Buckled in my seat, I scratched My palm and recollected The glove I lost last night. I took it off to wave goodbye But your head...

 

“For a Singer” by Stuart Dischell

28 March on Poetry

All those years waiting for good News that would change Your life. It never came. Others heard it. Others were changed. But you kept on anyway. That's what makes you...

 

“Without Sunglasses” by Stuart Dischell

28 March on Poetry

An invisible dog Makes me a blind man This morning being pulled Down the avenue where the sun Fills my eyes with gold. Where am I going, Big Fella, Without...

 

“Seeds” by Noel Sloboda

07 March on Poetry

All that summer my brother collected John Milton’s teeth. He had heard at college that while Shakespeare was the most popular poet, Milton was the most refined. My brother felt...

 

“Responsorials” by Joe Weil and Emily Vogel (Pt.1)

14 February on Poetry

Ghost, 4th of July, 2013 I was never there—not really and if I was, I really wasn’t —I mean I may have been standing there like your Ma pretending to...

 

“Responsorials” by Joe Weil and Emily Vogel (Pt.2)

14 February on Poetry

Sing Pretty Shoes! The Pretty Shoes are singing songs by Faure. They are singing sad but tasteful and understated songs,  the sort of tunes that appeal to intelligent circumspect women...

 

“Responsorials” by Joe Weil and Emily Vogel (Pt.3)

14 February on Poetry

From The Book of Almosts The petals were falling all around the heads of emperors and churls. This is the closest we ever got to an end to class warfare....

 

“Heist” by Allan Peterson

31 January on Poetry

With the sky fairly smothered I cannot see how brush marks make a chair or a tree of feathers how dreams go in and out of me like a breath...

 

“Water Talk” by Rachael Lyon

06 December on Poetry

We perched ourselves in a curve of the shallow end, and in that way that two girls giggling amuse themselves, we talked underwater.                                          High-pitched, our hair a mess of floating...

 

“Cadet” by Erica Bodwell

06 December on Poetry

Eric. Whom I couldn't help but fuck within hours of laying eyes on his Officer and a Gentleman face. Who sent me intricate, violent drawings on graph paper from his...