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I Saw You  by KAREN MACKINTOSH

26 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
prose poem

You were drinking water from the tap. As you spit into the basin, a woman came out of the stall. She pushed your head down, held it under the tap…

A Memory  by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

All this was long ago, but I do not forget

Our small white house, between the city and the farms;

panegyrize  by ERICA W. ADAMS

21 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

she is good as dog is good,

winter making its small fist &

rattle. made complicit


with the cracked lamp…

carved the lark  by ERICA W. ADAMS

18 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
prose poem

i guess i'm poor at the whittling, longish fingers make oak into sparrow, i tend to rub elm smooth & pretend forests & birdsongs when i should dig the knife in…

Buffy Rerun Poem  by MICHAEL BRODER

15 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

And I remember all these details, but only one by one,


as you recount them to me;

and I recognize the scenes, but only one by one,

as they appear before me.

Lethe  by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

14 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
classic, translation, rhyme

Rest on my heart, deaf, cruel soul, adored

Tigress, and monster with the lazy air.

I long, in the black jungles of your hair,

To force each finger thrilling like a sword…

To the Reader  by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

13 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
classic, translation, rhyme

Among the vermin, jackals, panthers, lice,

gorillas and tarantulas that suck

and snatch and scratch and defecate and fuck

in the disorderly circus of our vice,


there's one more ugly and abortive birth.

our lady of anemia  by KRISTY BOWEN

9 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
prose poem

She begins with tiny spoons and screws. Swallows safety pins and penny nails by the dozen. Paperclips, thumbtacks, saltshaker tops. The doctors say it's dire, prescribe lithium and fresh air. Her mother cries and brings cake.

fret  by KRISTY BOWEN

6 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

Lets say a woman's heart

is like a windup bird.

The conservatory filled

with oranges and the cellar

disordered, unstable…

Pants (Red)  by JEN CURRIN

30 August 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2

It's in the hand—a wandering—

my eyes, the pockets

of your pants.

Vinegar  by JEN CURRIN

27 August 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2

The imaginary café where I met him

burned down, taking our last glances.

Is he our grandfather,

writing lesbian love poems?

The Apple and I  by JEN CURRIN

24 August 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2

Of doors and red-eyed windows,

the senses before sight.


I became specific

in my body.

Your black hair is a sea on the sheets  by J. REUBEN APPELMAN

17 August 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2

I would not mind it if your heart were a television

And within it a time capsule


And inside that some secret I never knew

Just Curious  by JAMES C. HENDERSON

11 August 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
light verse

…a third-grader with cornrows in her hair

and skin the color of walnut, asks me:

"Is it true that men always want

to know what women are thinking?"

The Substitute Bridegroom  by SARAH GOLDSTEIN

8 August 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2

Were we down so better than

to take the dress off


and waste my chance again?

How I Know  by SHANE MCCRAE

5 August 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2

Your mother asked if I was certain, and I had to excuse myself

to call you from the bathroom.


Is that why you're here? I'm not

talking about my health anymore…

Elegy for What Survives Inside the Body  by KEITH MONTESANO

2 August 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
elegy

Suddenly she's bawling, tells the entire story, like you do


when your world is unfamiliar, the hazy bodies lost in black.

It takes six years for the pieces to make themselves apparent…

Two Halves: Elegy for One Summer's Dawn  by KEITH MONTESANO

Bellefontaine: a town on the way to somewhere else, a place

where you run out of gas, stop to make love on a picnic table


somewhere by the wheat field—when, toward magic hour, the boy

already loaded the gun, the smell of bacon wafting outside…

Speak, and I Sit by You  by BRIAN DICKSON

24 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2

You're boiling baby spinach before

that dreaded date, your hands


quake like the leaves on the stewing

water, backbones wilting in heat.

The Paper Weights  by BRIAN DICKSON

21 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2

Mother's breasts flutter to the table,

"They won't hold up," she says.

The rest of her cards fly

on bowed wings.

Ode on Melancholy  by JOHN KEATS

20 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
classic

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist

  Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;

Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd

  By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine…

Ode to Pysche  by JOHN KEATS

19 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
classic

O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung

  By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,

And pardon that thy secrets should be sung

  Even into thine own soft-conched ear…

Red Bricked  by EVELYN LAUER

16 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2

This is her spot:

a child in an apple tree, eyes falling

into the way things want to be

seen:…

For You  by RUSTIN LARSON

11 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2

I swear, friendship hangs on the hardest wind.

The moon is the friend of the earth


and the earth of the sun.

 

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