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Ten books about exile and displacement

July 8, 2016 – 6:58 am | One 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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must be the devil

September 26, 2016 – 7:33 am | 2 Comments

Coefficient of relationship

By Halifax

must be the devil
that slices babies off
the cord that attaches
mother to their bellies

must be the devil
that cuts the kids free
from the carrot and stick
routine their family plays

must be some devil
that pulls them away
to a future of uncertainty
while home shrivels up

this devil destroys lives
and leaves the survivors
to clean up the mess
like it belongs to them

Carl and I

September 24, 2016 – 5:53 am | One Comment

Carl and I
by Travis Catsull
We were waiting for Carl
Or at least that’s what I called him
Carl arrived and told us we were all fired
Said he had to get back
As we …

3rd Through 6th Grade

September 22, 2016 – 8:52 am | One Comment

3rd Through 6th Grade
by Jones LM

Mrs. Swails was fat and mean.
Mrs. Hartman was thin and sweet.
Mrs. Powers, I can only recall her name.
Mrs. McFarland  was my sixth grade teacher.

She looked like Rita Hayworth.
She combed my hair for …

Saginaw

September 20, 2016 – 5:49 pm | One Comment

Saginaw
by James Diaz

There was something I meant to tell you
something it took me years to figure out
how the body can get lost in the spaces of the spirit
how your own …

Book Review of Encarnita’s Journey

September 19, 2016 – 5:49 am | One Comment

Encarnita’s Journey by Joan Lingard
Review by Ben Macnair
Alison and Busby
7 out of 10
Joan Lingard is one of those writers with a considerable body of work, who just gets on with …

BORDER CHANT FOR THE WAYWARD

September 17, 2016 – 6:04 am | 2 Comments

BORDER CHANT FOR THE WAYWARD
by Matthew Phillips
Passport photos and foil-flecked pinwheels, hot exhaust splashing breath
against taco vendors and a German Shepard (well-trained, I imagine)—three
spins of the clock, a half-full bottle …

Elegy for a Dead Labrador

September 15, 2016 – 7:33 am | 2 Comments

Elegy for a Dead Labrador
by Lars Gustafsson
Here there may be, in the midst of summer,
a few days when suddenly it’s fall.
Thrushes sing on a sharper note.
The rocks stand determined out …

I know a man

September 13, 2016 – 5:40 am | 2 Comments

I know a man
by Dirk Michener
I know a man who, when in the water, is afraid of fish touching his skin
I know a man who, when walking, always looks down …

Settler’s Creek

September 11, 2016 – 10:41 am | One Comment

Settler’s Creek
by K Harvey
You’d been gone four months by then,
but we brought you along anyway.
On my back, you rested
riding inside a wooden box.
The idea was to lay you gently
at the …

Bodies are piling up.

September 9, 2016 – 8:36 am | One Comment

Bodies are piling up
by Smokey Farris
Bodies are piling up.
Perhaps Dirk would have a mishap.
James may like to hack me up with
A chainsaw, in a game of
Pass the hot potato.
Nothing is …

The Fishermen at Guasti Park

September 7, 2016 – 5:05 am | One Comment

The Fishermen at Guasti Park
by Maurya Simon
In the first days of summer
the three elms, those slightly
opened fans, unfold
their shadows across the river.
Two dogs arrive exhausted,
tongues dripping, and settle
down near the …

Labor Day

September 5, 2016 – 7:50 am | One Comment

Labor Day
by Joseph Millar
Even the bosses are sleeping late
in the dusty light of September.
The parking lot’s empty and no one cares.
No one unloads a ladder, steps on the gas
or starts …

And We Are Hiding Now

September 4, 2016 – 7:54 am | One Comment

And We Are Hiding Now
by Natalie Crick
For some time they sat in the cornfield
And spoke like dull mice
About what would be done.
When the sun, a ruined fruit
Ripped the dilute garden …

Typing

September 2, 2016 – 6:31 am | One Comment

Typing
by Kie Borsden
While no minute can last forever,
(there is always one in each folded hour
to lend itself to me, and seamlessly
allow to be forgotten in the toll.
Where keystrokes force their …

CHECKPOINT US-2016

August 31, 2016 – 10:28 am | 2 Comments

CHECKPOINT US-2016
by Stefanie Bennett

… And there’s rain
On the rear-view
Mirror
One
Heart-beat
Away
From here.

Raw

August 29, 2016 – 10:27 am | One Comment

Raw
by Oscar Smiles
Back taters down by the dozen square
ol amble hordes
The ol -just go to heaven- mirage
Let’s not….let’s not assume anything sir
Kambuis….excommuni/katydids
Hankering for some mudbug
And it looks like your expecting
Stethoscopic …

CHERRY

August 27, 2016 – 9:41 am | One Comment

CHERRY
by Ken Williams
Eighteen years old isn’t old enough. We aren’t old enough to make life and death decisions. Nor are we old enough to understand the mysterious ways …

The Cancer Port

August 26, 2016 – 8:23 am | No Comment

The Cancer Port
by Robert King
It’s called a port, a harbor, haven, home,
a city on the coast of my chest opened
for a passage into my heart—which we say
is where emotions live—and …

Every Moment

August 24, 2016 – 7:55 am | 2 Comments

Every Moment
by Pat A Physics
Stammering into the microphone, the scarecrow mannequin version of you spits hay dribbling down like zebra stripes.  The audience is a mechanical one.  It gives you …

THE WORST POET IN THE WORLD

August 22, 2016 – 6:17 am | 2 Comments

THE WORST POET IN THE WORLD
by Marc Carver
Have you heard about the worst poet in the world
He tells people to F off on stage.
Goes to the mic drunk.
Makes fun of …

City Made of Centuries of Breath

August 20, 2016 – 10:12 am | One Comment

City Made of Centuries of Breath
by Dan Raphael
As though the air was glass or ice
all but what i’m swimming through
the dangerous step between media
orientation before acceleration
The less you weigh the …

FOR A WEEK

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

FOR A WEEK
by John D Robinson
My wife has gone away;
it’s only been a matter of
hours and I’m thinking
about masturbating and
smoking joints and
swallowing codeine and
the dog doesn’t want to
know me; she …

DAVID IN LOVE

August 16, 2016 – 7:08 am | 2 Comments

DAVID IN LOVE
by Ruth Z Deming
He lay on the sofa in his briefs, watching his belly rise up and down. He’d hung up his blue cop uniform in the bedroom …

UNNAMED SPECIES

August 14, 2016 – 6:03 am | One Comment

UNNAMED SPECIES
by Matthew Phillips
Half-awake, scratching red mosquito bites on the inside
of my left ankle, swelling with aching water thoughts
while dawn chases fang-like cold from incisor mountains—
I feel like a bird-fish …

August

August 12, 2016 – 6:02 am | One Comment

August
by Lizette Woodworth Reese
No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass.
On either side, smitten as with a spell
Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass,
Edging the dusty roads, …

Fishing on the Susquehanna in July

August 10, 2016 – 6:01 am | One Comment

Fishing on the Susquehanna in July
by Billy Collins
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
or on any river for that matter
to be perfectly honest.
Not in July or any month
have I …

The Philosopher in Florida

August 5, 2016 – 9:58 am | One Comment

The Philosopher in Florida
by C. Dale Young
Midsummer lies on this town
like a plague: locusts now replaced
by humidity, the bloodied Nile
now an algae-covered rivulet
struggling to find its terminus.
Our choice is a …

The Garden Outside The House

August 3, 2016 – 9:53 am | One Comment

The Garden Outside The House
by Natalie Crick
She was out there again that morning.
Talking, laughing, singing,
The garden filled with sweet birdsong
And the aroma of summer.
The sunset leaked red blood,
Annihilating him.
A love …

what passes between us

August 2, 2016 – 7:48 am | One Comment

what passes between us
by Jude Dillon
what passes between us
sparkles
on your lips
closer than talk
listens
and sees
witchy
high wind
delicate
and steady
*
you know
the dark of me
in a dry martini
kinda way
what snowflakes
carve
between now
and spring?
*
the quiet edge …

The Girl in the Yellow Raincoat

July 31, 2016 – 9:44 am | One Comment

The Girl in the Yellow Raincoat
by Jordan McElheran

There is a girl walking
In a yellow rain-
Coat

She carries a
Red umbrella
Through the sunlit mall

The air is warm as she
Walks and her …

“This would be a beautiful place to die.”

July 29, 2016 – 9:43 am | One Comment

“This would be a beautiful place to die.”
by Chris Castro-Rappl
It’s not that it wasn’t. Snow had drifted
around our feet, purged muddy footprints
from this gentle desolation. I could
have lain in it …

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