Genre: Poetry

saint somebody’s

Issue 9 | Winter 2022 |

    construction in the sanctuary, clamor of machines, pneumatic this and that, hard hats, laughter under weight of angels peering down. sneakers on mosaic. murals through floating dust. a hammer. metal on tile, smell of things torn down. sunlight in rivers through open doors, lunchtime rush still streaming in, long dark skirts, coins fed …

Smoking PSA

Issue 9 | Winter 2022 |

    When I was growing up, it seemed everyone in my family smoked, my father and grandfather burning one out back on the porch, uncles crowding a basement bar, all the ashtrays over-spilling with butts, not just the men either, older aunts, girl-cousins, their clothes stinging of cigarettes and cheap perfume. At house parties, …

In Solitude

Issue 9 | Winter 2022 |

    let us take advantage of this glorious day in a season scarce with light. Bless the squirrel who held the tree until leaves returned. Bless the gull who uttered enough sky to honor both presence and absence. Time rewound Sundays that turned out to be Mondays, Tuesdays and other clocks. Breath and biome …

Archive

Issue 9 | Winter 2022 |

Content advisory: This poem describes an eating disorder.     Her hair is the clump of weeds the nurse lifted from the riverbed hissing, Haven’t you thought what all this is doing to your mother? And her eyes are geodes glowing through her skull-fissures. And her bones are an inventory she checks every hour. And …

Dwelling

Issue 9 | Winter 2022 |

    The cowslips dipped and daffodils spilt fat bees tippled out their buds. When I was younger, laughing still, some rumble of a summer’s rumor spat seed-stuff like a tremored flood where honey-gold of clover scattered. Returning to this meadow older, all swimming matter holds its trinkets; rankled odor of a burning pasture I’ve …

Parable of the Sun

Issue 9 | Winter 2022 |

    The summer will last seven months. The dawn, the sky’s pantoum. Making out in the park, you will realize you promised to love her but did not. When it gets so hot that the tires melt into the blacktop you will take this to mean, There is no way out, I cannot leave, …

Good Stroke

Issue 9 | Winter 2022 |

                 I’m listening to Big Daddy Webster’s band and digging it                           but can’t help noticing that Daddy is not quite himself, is as talented as ever and as jovial and charismatic                           as the leader of a band this good would have to be              yet somewhat subdued, a little less talky, a little more prone …