poetry: results 457–480 of 735

A Visit to the Underworld Can Permanently Alter Your Perspective on 'Restless Existence'  by SUSAN TICHY

22 January 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4

The job description reads, roughly, hooked on the bang-bang

To kill you first must obfuscate, say

"Ammo more expensive than a gun"

"Let's buy a bullet! Who's got bread?"

Inventory of My Room in the Morning  by SHONNA SKARDA

20 January 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4

The hem of the curtain hits

the windowsill like a riding whip.

To the finish line.

Lost to Passion or Folly  by AMANDA BLACK

18 January 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
prose poem

I woke up thinking there were beautiful people under the covers. I woke up thinking beauty had followed me home in the form of an economical soap. If only…

Just Beyond That  by AMANDA BLACK

16 January 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
prose poem

This is eternal, this lack of skill and know-how, this devout, this impractical, this inoculated pink and golden dawn, one or two languages in bed, a desk, a bureau, a table, two or three chairs. I stayed awake. I stayed among…

Thanksgiving Prayer Girl  by JASON BREDLE

In the big fun

disaster, I revisit every place

we loved one another and cry, I fall

asleep to the same song in the back of a Jeep

night after night…

Charles Manson  by JASON BREDLE

9 January 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4

When I was a child, the government

tattooed my mother's blood type under

her left arm. Nuclear meltdown

was inevitable, they said. Soon, they would

flood my town to build a reservoir…


28 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4
elegy, editors' select

There's a moment in every dog's life

when it surrenders its dogginess

to a greater good…

Light Blew Open the Hutch & a Boy Saw It (Part 5)  by JOSHUA MARIE WILKINSON

19 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4
prose poem

A bagful of nickels in exchange for a bagful of black detergent that smelled of sliced oranges. They even shook on it.


12 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4
classic, light verse, rhyme

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,

   Jumping from the chair she sat in;

Time, you thief, who love to get

   Sweets into your list, put that in!

You Have Made a Career of Not Listening  by KIKI PETROSINO

I have stood beside you, saying this, as you reach into the cupboard for another stack of dry noodles. You eat them with the dead still on, with the sticky deadness still on…

The Holy Waters of Penzance  by SAM PEREIRA

7 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4

One weekend in June, we rushed

The shore, hoping

For a mass baptism, one

Might guess. We wore nothing,

And she carried the saddest look

Of anyone in that crowd.

[The intolerable sound of starving] from She Writes a Ghost Story  by ERICH SCHWEIKHER

5 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4

You pull a name from the river, cradle

it to your breast. It is a twitching egg,

a pitcher of bees you wish to pour skyward.

The Secret Lives of Our Fathers  by TONY EVANS

3 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4

He has been hit by a train, totaled his car five times,

Nearly starved to death due to malnutrition,

Has had malignant cancer three times, has one lung,

And almost drowned to death on several occasions.

The Old Familiar Faces  by CHARLES LAMB

20 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
classic, elegy

I have had playmates, I have had companions

In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Let Us Drink and Be Merry  by THOMAS JORDAN

19 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
classic, light verse, rhyme

Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,

With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice!


17 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3

My tongue freezes on syllables        then starts stammering

the way a hand does, trembling on a doorjamb.

T. Williams Talks to Birds or I'm Talking to Birds  by NEIL DE LA FLOR

15 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
prose poem

Tennessee Williams once visited Manhattan where he celebrated the Broadway success of A Streetcar Named Desire with a leather purse.


13 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3

Each new day planned another. It was always a cool evening, bones brittle as toothpicks.

A 60-Second Fairy Tale  by TASIA M. HANE

8 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3

Don't be biased, but it's about

healing, leaping buildings in a single bound. I went

to Utah once, on the Greyhound bus, and stopped in

a yellow café…

Monologue of the Betrayed Woman After Reading Anne Carson  by KEITH MONTESANO

6 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
prose poem

10. Do grapes feel that sweet while crushing them barefoot? Should I have made love like she did—sticky, swelled, then bursting?

Rosa VII: First, Petals  by JNANA HODSON

4 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3

to think a reverse template

could redeem some missing

mirror image as banal as pornography

when I needed a compost pile

The Week in Renovation: Sunday  by CAROLYN GUINZIO

30 October 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3

At The Future

Home of the New


The Week in Renovation: Friday  by CAROLYN GUINZIO

28 October 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3

They tell you

that when you think

you can breathe,

you'll bury

what you draw.

The Week in Renovation: Wednesday  by CAROLYN GUINZIO

26 October 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3

Can you make me

a chair that looks

like this chair?


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