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“What the Tao Has to Say About Flamingos” by Matthew Broaddus

06 March 2015 on Poetry

  The 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 Poetry

Everything 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 Poetry

  Near 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 Poetry

Before 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 Poetry

You 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 Poetry

So 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 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...

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“Afternoons on Utopia Parkway” by David Roderick

10 October 2014 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 leaves...

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“Manhattan, A-Train, 5pm” by David Roderick

10 October 2014 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...

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“Dirt” by Franklin Cline

26 September 2014 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...

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“You Bought Him a Coke” by Amy Lipman

09 May 2014 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...

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“Flotation Device” by Bill Rasmovicz

18 April 2014 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...