New poetry from Trish Hopkinson:
"all I need is
already in me: calm, peacefulness,
beauty, elegance—soft,
fluent elegance."
Andrew Pidoux returns to that galaxy far, far away for his poem "Leia".
She was a princess but you’d never know.
Adept as she’d become at getting down
and dirty in the trenches or the snow,
she had no use for castle, throne or crown.
Forget the Weight by Adrian Cepeda
Adrian Cepeda shares a tribute to love and music, his poem "Forget the Weight".
You always ignite me, with your widescreen
thighs. I love you heavy, my beauty
I want you like the Abbey Road
epic.
Wouldn’t a Flyswatter Be Easier by Trish Hopkinson
Wouldn’t a flyswatter be easier by Trish Hopkinson is a poem about feeling nostalgic about the teenage years.
Hear, O Israel by Alex Simand
"You see—I’ve whored, I’ve been whoring, my atonement crumbles like an old mural,the throats of San Francisco denizens
calling you fascist while I nod my head ... "
Hunting Cat by Robert Gregory
"feral yes but sleek, not skinny, not hurting: the hunting cat excited by the chit, chit of the cardinal warning his mate"
Monkey Bars & Golden Spokes by Sarah Thursday
"Let's go back
to when you hung
on my words like monkey bars
when you sighed the first time
you ever kissed me,
gave me lottery winning eyes
when you kissed me again"
Key Hole Apocalypse by Sarah Thursday
All the distances are black ants
on gray clouds slipping by fingers
The gray is a blue child's breath
The gray is a stubbled man's beard
Jules Talks to Jules by Trish Hopkinson
Trish Hopkinson gets into character with her Pulp Fiction inspired poem, "Jules Talks to Jules"
We cool. Cool like Fonzies, like Caine in “Kung Fu.”
People meet people—get into character, walk the earth,
share a cab, get in situations, adventures.
When We Pose for Photos by Alex Simand
Photos never quite tell the whole story. New poetry from Alex Simand.
"when you smile I hold you
like a falcon, hand outstretched,
terror drips,
a burning ember I toss
from hand to tongue,
until pop! goes the flash"