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Ten books about exile and displacement

July 8, 2016 – 6:58 am | No Comment

The Caribbean experience has, since the “discovery” of the West Indies in the 15th century, been marked by exile, displacement, comings and goings, and the creation of diaspora everywhere from …

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the shape of negative point twelve

July 8, 2016 – 5:07 am | One Comment

by Halifax

you began a person
the idea you claim
was given to you
for others to use

it slows to a crawl
and becomes a place
others keep blame
once the thing dies

it housed you
though you have never been
an odd person, place, or thing
just three dimensions
unmoved by the act
of measuring the portions shared

a party to it
and just as guilty;
searching for what
no one has lost
a point
moving in time
observed at distance
by some other point
perhaps timeless, oblivious
but aware from this vantage
lines exist between them

these connections must end at some point
or when they do not, in the infinite,
distinctions fall apart undefined
showing that the gift inside
the unity of everything and nothing
is neither zero nor infinity
but some other, a bit like you,


June 23, 2016 – 6:43 am | One Comment

by John Grey
Late afternoon,
sun sinks into marsh,
osprey links up with her nest,
cormorant perches on
a mangrove branch, wings
spread wide, drying out for
last time this day,
a copperhead slithers
into thick reeds,
provides …


June 7, 2016 – 7:01 am | One Comment

By Adam Vines
Last summer’s fishing failures dangled from trees:
a Rapala and Jitterbug a stand
of privet paid for, half-ounce jigs with rubber skirts
and jelly worms with wide-gap hooks on ten-pound test
we …


June 5, 2016 – 6:59 am | No Comment

by John Bennett
Rance came out of a hard nap to a ringing phone. It’s a woman saying in her usual highly-intelligent state of confusion that never fails to cast a …

Monday’s Laundry

June 3, 2016 – 6:58 am | No Comment

Monday’s Laundry
by Frank Scarangello
How white Monday’s laundry
against a bright blue sky of summer
hung from a clothesline stretching
from a third floor window to a telephone pole
watching grandma hang the clothes
my feet …

The Persians by Rumi

June 1, 2016 – 6:55 am | No Comment

The Persians by Rumi
By Brandon Brown
If you’re love’s lover and look for love
cold smoke the dog called bashfulness
beware for your conversation is a hindrancy
this poem isn’t interested I’ll bill you
Why’d …

8 Till Late

May 29, 2016 – 6:51 am | No Comment

8 Till Late
by Christopher Barnes
King Canute rostrums transmissions,
Grand view ads, fitful half-light channels.
Wizardry reads signals, embodiments
In impulsive jumps.
At The Golden Filament TV Emporium
He’s heart-warmed to overtime,
Is sold what to bag
When …

Men at the Hotel Pool

May 27, 2016 – 6:48 am | No Comment

Men at the Hotel Pool
by Michael Miller

With a single pale look, the boy casts them as judges.
Naked but for wet trunks, he sets his glasses down
and …

Summer Mowing

May 25, 2016 – 6:47 am | No Comment

Summer Mowing
by Jennifer Gray
He has transformed
his Tonka dump truck
into a push mower, using
lumber scraps and duct tape
to construct a handle
on the front end of the dump box.
One brave screw
holds the …

Chicken Breast or Rump Roast

May 23, 2016 – 6:45 am | No Comment

Chicken Breast or Rump Roast
by Donal Mahoney
Freddie and Fern were an old couple, a very old couple if truth be told, but on the matter of age, the truth seldom …


May 21, 2016 – 6:42 am | One Comment

by John Grey
He lived so close to the cypress swamp,
the howls, the screeches, the thrashings, of death
were as common as bird song.
From the deep bass notes of day
to the coffin …

Spring In Remission

May 19, 2016 – 6:41 am | One Comment

Spring In Remission
by Noah Gordon
I’m thinking of the shy way
you walked toward the treeline,
and how we talked about the oldest
Cave in Illinois,
how they boarded it up after a blind child …


May 10, 2016 – 8:14 am | 3 Comments

e pluribus unium
by Halifax
there are wars
but not peaces
we oversleep
not sleep in
conflict is broken
into shared pieces
reciprocated in kind
until a full spread
has been laid out
peace is portrayed
in a field waving
like a picnic …

Riding Schwinns in ’56

April 28, 2016 – 7:46 am | One Comment

Riding Schwinns in ’56
by Donal Mahoney
You had to have a Schwinn
to lead this pack of boys
riding bikes full speed
baking under the Chicago sun
laughing after senior year
heading to the local park
to …

Worldly Ambassadors

April 24, 2016 – 7:43 am | 2 Comments

Worldly Ambassadors
by Pat A Physics
“There is very little time,” she entoned.  “Yeah,” I half laughed half said.  “These are what you need to take, and the more you experience, the …


April 22, 2016 – 7:42 am | One Comment

by John Gray
To Arthur Edmonds
Geranium, houseleek, laid in oblong beds
On the trim grass. The daisies’ leprous stain
Is fresh. Each night the daisies burst again,
Though every day …

Did you see the moon tonight?

April 18, 2016 – 7:09 am | One Comment

Did you see the moon tonight?
by Ben Macnair
Did you see the moon tonight?
It hangs silently,
going through its cycles.
A rough draft,
A lump of clay, unfinished,
Drinking in the sunlight.
Did you see the …


April 16, 2016 – 7:23 am | 2 Comments

by Kathleen Driskell
In first grade, you met Squanto,
nearly naked and
on his haunches, showing
those thick-headed pilgrims
how one must plant fish
to grow maize. And in autumn
you dove into the lobotomized
pumpkin, into the …

Believe This

April 12, 2016 – 7:51 am | One Comment

Believe This
by Richard Levine
All morning, doing the hard, root-wrestling
work of turning a yard from the wild
to a gardener’s will, I heard a bird singing
from a hidden, though not distant, …

Peace and dolls, models I’d fuck.

April 10, 2016 – 7:49 am | No Comment

Peace and dolls, models I’d fuck.
by Smokey Farris
Tea jew,
Jack wanted me to inform you the sex seeve has arrived at our eastern ware house on a se6.
Half the shipment is …


April 8, 2016 – 7:45 am | One Comment

by Kieran Borsden
Remember when we were sunflowers,
elevated by spring-time devotion—
ever reaching to the boundless sky?
How we faced the sun, entranced, and followed
as it arced into the night—then waited
for tomorrow to …

After the Winter

April 6, 2016 – 7:37 am | One Comment

After the Winter
by Claude McKay

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered …


April 4, 2016 – 7:33 am | One Comment

by Tomás Sánchez Hidalgo
It’s seven in the morning
while we navigate through the Leviathan,
without a compass,
and with a wicked Tyrannosaurus
affixed to the very center
of the galleon’s deck,
in the middle of a …


April 2, 2016 – 5:27 am | One Comment

by Greg Bem
Dreaming of a fleeting bit of normalcy in my verse but I left it all.
No sense of noise and no sense of tone and my gut’s bigger.
Perhaps the …


March 30, 2016 – 7:24 am | One Comment

by Stefanie Bennett
The Beloved’s passing
Glance is
All you need
To know
Of a soaring
Radiance -.

Last Advice

March 28, 2016 – 7:22 am | One Comment

Last Advice
by Jeffrey Harrison
The night before my father died
I dreamed he was back home,
and I in my old room
on the third floor, and he
was calling up to me
from the bottom …


March 26, 2016 – 7:14 am | No Comment

by Denis Mair
I’m a moth drawn to a glow that soon fades
Where is that cherishing fire still tended?
At crossings where nobody watches
Someone may be lighting …

Finding the Lego

March 24, 2016 – 7:19 am | No Comment

Finding the Lego
by Maryann Corbett
You find it when you’re tearing up your life,
trying to make some sense of the old messes,
moving dressers, peering under beds.
Almost lost in cat hair and …

Deconstructing DNA

March 22, 2016 – 7:13 am | No Comment

Deconstructing DNA
by Casey Bush
(spinning yarns)
dogma at the public house
swamped by hogwash
what I see in the mirror
is more substantial
than what it reflects
(salt and pepper)
grown tired of Existentialism
all that being and nothingness
when …

Ode of Girls’ Things

March 20, 2016 – 7:17 am | 2 Comments

Ode of Girls’ Things
by Sharon Olds
I loved the things that were ours—pink gloves,
hankies with a pastoral scene in one corner.
There was a lot we were not allowed to do,
but what …


March 18, 2016 – 7:08 am | 2 Comments

by Ben Macnair
They say that a person,
and a Banana share 97%
of the same genetic material.
It is that 3% difference that leads to bones,
Opposable thumbs.
Inbuilt bullshit detectors.
Pack mentality,
and the internet.
and that …