Heather Brinkman – Four Poems
Heather Brinkman Four Poems v v v Santo and Johnny & all the boys And Ann the pipe bottled penny cash of addidago saltarello and …
"Poetry begins and ends with a rhyme." (D. Rudoy)
Heather Brinkman Four Poems v v v Santo and Johnny & all the boys And Ann the pipe bottled penny cash of addidago saltarello and …
Lily Logan Brown Two Poems Smaller Gulls Before I want the tree a mile up to shake its blond leaves to the pavement. From my …
Victor Camillo Watching Jesus. December 26, 2004 I am the ghost that is the writing shadow of my right hand. All Christmas season I’ve been …
Sue Carnahan Made-Up red-pink rhubarb stalks like split halves of a false architectural column roped to the bed of a smoking yellow Chevy and sagging …
Peter Davis The Seven Deadly Mustaches I. Mustache Pride—This is the worst of the mustaches. From this mustache spring all the other mortal mustaches. In …
Jamine Ergas Train Song The train has gone under She is triangular-footed Cubano music echoes Toes tap Two women talk of polar opposites I sit …
Landis Everson Landis Everson sunbathing, circa some time ago Rinse (A Shampoo Sequel) There wasn’t anything there. What came out of the …
Eileen Tabios Five Poems Winged Victory Defile that Carrara A nude woman stands for the universe All of her names end with “A” Then her …
Sandy Florian Three from Cantos: A Recollection Prison Loss of life liberties. And. The locale in which locking is ensured. A system of separation. A …
Michelle Greenblatt [I hum a melody] I hum a melody. It eases what I have to do. I forget what I have to do. I …