poetry: results 649–672 of 735

Between Snow and Memory  by RICHARD ALAN BUNCH

2 September 2003
Vol. 3, No. 3

From the scales of illusion, this love survives.

The rains come, the grass grows.

Snows bury, memory stokes

The smoke of myth, the bird of tongues.

Morning Lesson  by MICHAEL BROEK

2 September 2003
Vol. 3, No. 3

Schoolchildren begin their graying

day on the barnacled yellow bus,

warning lights flashing, hands…


2 September 2003
Vol. 3, No. 3

In widow's weeds, the bull, the sun,

the flower, the light bulb—it clings

to room 7 of Centro de Arte Reina Sofía,

Guernica, the fizzled-out horse, the woman.


While being converted into a human dwelling, this greenhouse hid its soul from the carpenters. Windows are everywhere. The building's heavy lids…

Studio Visit  by CHERYL SNELL

2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

She baked a meatloaf. He told stories

that hurt her ears: debauched

Mexican nights. Peyote, hallucinations,

drowning in another woman's arms.


2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

Fireworks threatened to take the top off. Wet palms

twitched under eruptions of happiness.

Shoes by the door piled up like pups…

Poem Beginning with a Line from David Shapiro  by ANTHONY ROBINSON

2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

I never gave up my love of what I already loved:

The warm white towel, the way a woman

Makes me mad with a kind quiet burning,

The early forgotten poems of my youth…


2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

Did not slip toward your largess, Brown

Hair. Something baking smells good,

And the edge! Forsaken, some say,

The pair of tattered sneakers begs…

Timeline, 1977  by SHELLY REED

2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

Woznik ran the corner grocery until he saw a roach,

aisle three, between Life and Froot Loops, and went mad.

He died that year. Starved himself to death.

Deus ex Machina  by MEGAN M. GARR

2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

I am witness to the architecture

of her breath, her

sleeping. She is a fine

quiet thing until the morning comes.

Summer Kitchen  by MELANIE FAITH

2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

Before there were appliances that whirr,

this place was the epicenter of summer sweets

made of tart fruits no one bakes anymore,

rhubarb and raspberry pies left to cool…

Strawberry: Weekend Wife  by MELANIE FAITH

2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

Like shampoo, the scarf smells strawberry,

her hair is her shampoo smell, the shade

of strawberries in the sun.

Left Behind  by MELANIE FAITH

2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

Today I took your lone sweater from the shelf

where once the commingling of yours and mine

found perfect shelter in our nested winter clothes.

Nestling my nose in the folded sleeves…

While the Ants Sleep  by MARK DECARTERET

2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

A steaming bowl of spring:

so lazy the view…

The Sacrifice  by MARK DECARTERET

2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

Your son's hair wet with twilight,

his mouth a wound that won't heal.


2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

Through gold, a comb shimmers. Not the red

cock-comb of sureness, but here, a hen-comb,

a toothed darling.

After the Bomb  by HANNAH CRAIG

2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

no more scritch-scratch, black bodies

through grout. No more

crumb-hunters, curry spice tracked…

Written on the Moon  by JULIAN BERNICK

2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

Congress met with the cops and the crooks,

appointing committees to investigate.

Me was outside in the adjective rain,

verbing and verbing about some proper noun.

Maintenance  by KAMI WESTHOFF

2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1

After the surgery, my mother dipped a rag into a hissing

bucket of Pine-Sol, scrubbed away the musk-metallic

blood from the flesh-toned seat…

Tongue in Cheek  by JUDY STAINER

2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1

She is captivated by tongues,

her own as well as others.

In the mirror, she scrutinizes

its relief-map underbelly…


2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1

From green and brown carpets

constellating the globe, we focused vacuous eyes

and rounded mouths. Once more

the door smiled him in…

Orpheus and Eurydice, Entwined  by TOBIAS SEAMON

2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1

Remember our reunification

along the infernal half of the Styx?

How we read each

other's recent torments…

79845601  by SHELLY REED

2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1

Ink forms the mathematical symbol

for infinity over a bicep.

The odor of sin lingers

in concrete blocks joined…

edges  by KRIS T. KAHN

2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1

lately i am fascinated with lines,

with the edges of things:           where i end

and where the world begins.


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