Poetry
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Eclipse (Joanne Chu)
Eclipse by Joanne Chu yellowly outrageous of poppy wonder and banana skins shrieks beams through space and stabs me in the eye Has singled me out and melts my borders into a shadow I’ve no shell to keep me together just my black smudged signature on the ground “Eclipse,” by Joanne Chu originally published in Reality…
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Ode to a Welsh Rarebit (Nizam Khorassan)
Ode to a Welsh Rarebit by Nizam Khorassan damn fool 170,530, etc.: do you like this painting? d f 715,230, etc.: gord, yes, i understand it! d f 523, etc.: you understand it not since it is fulfilled representation of a former sort and a reproduction through the medium employed by humans is second hand,…
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Untitled (Robin Cohelan)
by Robin Cohelan it had to happen sooner later they run to men with please protect me i will be your live in maid just pay the bills i’ll clean drink coffee vacant stupid for your pride. im stuck i can’t play either strong or weak more Bold out freely so and that’s as good…
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“Road” by Leo Greenfield
Road by Leo Greenfield The new road cuts straight through the hill. The bare sides of the cut are ugly scars that mar the green surface of the land. But they are beautiful, too, witness, undeniably, of man’s mastery over dirt. “Road,” by Leon Greenfield originally published in Forum (1947, City College of San Francisco).
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Rockets and Callalilies (Ryan Johnson)
Rockets and Callalilies Ryan Johnson True conviction in half- baked ideas and what you said he called something like genius organic logic (not divine but inherent) shot his bullet words through his double-barreled esophagus past his tongue and mossy teeth right in my face you said was red But what do you expect?…
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“Can nobody speak the truth anymore, / Is it all a forgotten, dark past;” (Sandra Verdi
by Sandra Verdi Values seems lost in this haphazard world, Righteousness seems not sincere; The eyes of the guilty lurk all about, Life’s purpose does not render clear. My world is colliding with rapid speed, With all that I cherished before; Nothing seems worth believing in now All beautiful thoughts, I ignore. For they are…
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downtown berkeley boy by Heather Burton
i thought i’d take the train and get off at ashby, but you told me to ride one more stop downtown berkeley boy your copper and platinum hair ignite a small fire in my belly you make me swallow sand, or maybe it’s just the kava we’re drinking i laugh to myself…
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Water Colors by Gloria Keeley
Water Colors slowly up the canal Chinese paper boats water-write characters hummingbees buzz secure in the company of spiders feather fathers move beyond Maine rocks and quietly watch water slap against the stones of a weathered inn shells line the sill alongside candle-dripped bottles door slams like ship boom lowered…
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Francoise by Doug Johnson
Francoise Let her in slowly, Light a series of Candles to help her See, keep one inside The door, one just Outside, white wax, Flame of yellow- Beacons aglow Spread a few more Across the room in Two circles touching Each other lightly- The way she used To kiss you at night Before she…
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Pieces by Donna Scarlett
My earliest memory of you May 1, 1976 We plant potatoes in the back garden Any larger than an egg, you proclaim— those are the ones to go. I cringe as you carve them into neat squarish patterns and cry as you amputate their unified whole. Each potato piece should have at least two…
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