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October 1, 2012
Issue 04, Issue 04 Poetry, Podcasts & Audio, Poetry
All posts tagged: Poetry
Histoplasmosis: A Guide’s Instruction at the Cave
September 1, 2012
Issue 04, Issue 04 Poetry, Poetry
If after a few weeks you find yourself coughing,
your chest laced in a corset of steel,
tell your doctor you were here.
Tell him about the bats, their investment in the dark,
their droppings spongy fudge
which you probably tramped on in the cave,
the spores you may have breathed
now inhabiting your lung tissue,
taking all your breath
for the growing fungus
inside you.
Studies
April 9, 2012
Poetry
By AMELIA GRAY
Not enough snow to stick, Mother says. A pissing thin layer of the saddest slick. Even the road made visible underneath. Used to be you could die in a winter, wander right off the road and dead in a field before you had your second thought, but these days everyone gets to their destination. Have you ever arrived in a springtime with your entire family intact?
“An All But Empty Set”
April 6, 2012
Issue 03, Issue 03 Poetry, Poetry
He or she was hard-wired
to calculate
in nanoseconds, light years; to climb
summit to summit above
the squat mud settlements, and oversee
the pyramid poised on pyramid
The Reluctant Traveler
April 1, 2012
Issue 03, Issue 03 Poetry, Poetry
By RACHEL HADAS
It seems I had to come this far to see
a puppy rooting in a pile of garbage,
scarlet blossoms on a poinsettia tree.
Swingin in the Attic
April 1, 2012
Issue 03, Issue 03 Poetry, Poetry
By RACHEL HADAS
In Richard’s attic, I
swung on a swing suspended from a rafter
and listened to two fables
read by my host in a voice that sometimes broke.
A Story with a Crack in It
April 1, 2012
Issue 03, Issue 03 Poetry, Poetry
By DENIS HIRSON
and it all begins
and it will never cease
—Mxolisi Nyezwa
This story begins on a lake in the Berkshires, up among the low hills and wild blue turkeys and deep woods, up in the northeast before you get to Canada. There I am with my daughter, pulling a rowing boat out across the sand and onto the weed-thick water.
At the Busy Intersection
April 1, 2012
Issue 03, Issue 03 Poetry, Poetry
When I saw the man tuck the boy
under his arm like a chicken
or a football, it made me
remember how after one week
of pre-season my youngest declared
his body was all wrong,
insufficient to take down boys
he needed taken down
Excerpts from the King
April 1, 2012
Issue 03, Issue 03 Poetry, Poetry
By BEN MAZER
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No mystery if the cats gather as this strange encounter
should have come to have emblematized the city:
for of all those who passed and paid homage to their peer
only you remained, after the room was clear.
October 29—The Dow Closes Down 11118
April 1, 2012
Issue 03, Issue 03 Poetry, Poetry
We want to remember
our dead, make an altar,
bring our daughter
to the photograph trace a chin
here, for good luck, palm
her grandmother’s hair,
she doesn’t know
who she is yet
