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10 October on Poetry

Spool through white and quarters,               eighths. While all the while.                            The lure of idyll as if scotched. Cold rows.                             Fool again: ice, cut glass,               a bandaged...

 

Afternoons on Utopia Parkway

10 October on Poetry

                              Joseph 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...

 

Manhattan, A-Train, 5pm

10 October on Poetry

Maybe 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...

 

“Dirt” by Franklin Cline

26 September on Poetry

Light 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...

 

“You Bought Him a Coke” by Amy Lipman

09 May on Poetry

Last 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...

 

“Flotation Device” by Bill Rasmovicz

18 April on Poetry

When 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...

 

“Gotten on the Head” by Bill Rasmovicz

18 April on Poetry

There should be a name for this kind of limp-arsed ambulatory wind, legal procedures for pissing down the neck of the despot, how the weather on a clear night seems...

 

“Text Obsolete” by Bill Rasmovicz

18 April on Poetry

There I was and wasn't—author, half reflection in the bookstore's night window, half seated at my fold-away table, stack of books to sign. The first few people fluttered past for...

 

“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...