Articles by Travis Catsull
Meryl Streep, Meg Ryan among readers at poetry tribute
NEW YORK — At an all-star tribute to poetry on Wednesday, Meryl Streep was thinking about her family.
The Oscar-winning actress sang a …
Lorna Goodison First Female Poet Laureate of Jamaica
Poet Lorna Goodison will step into the role of Jamaica’s second official Poet Laureate becoming the first Jamaican woman appointed to the post. …
Large numbers of people are expected to protest the inauguration of Donald Trump on Jan. 20, but many others won’t wait that long.
On Jan. 15, hundreds of writers and artists …
Where Did It Go?
by Jeff Dutko
Where did it go?
The salt of the city
that seasoned our conversations
and spiked our efforts with exuberance
This earthen city, now plain and dry
left with only …
Can’t Get Outside Myself
by Dan Raphael
There’s a thunder-storm in my stomach, arctic midnight in my heart
a muscular wind wanting to push things out
but everythings too particulate to move consistently
swirling around …
Here & Then There
by Noah Gordon
From a built-in radio came the call:
“Please do not feed the sand-pipers
or the grazing mares.
Their bluffs are well-stocked
and maintained by professionals.”
I reached for her hand
by Frank Scarangello
She visits at 11:11
sometimes a.m. mostly p
A sudden haunting urges me
to look at a clock which must be digital.
Dropping by for just a moment
only at 11:11
the time, our …
by Merl Bone
My memory tried
To erase you,
To wipe you out
Of every nook and cranny.
But, you are a stow away,
That swings on the cobwebs
Of my thoughts.
Of Ducks and Drakes
by Kie Borsden
Such stones exist for simple pleasures,
sped across the surface of the sea—
hunted and claimed for their smooth finish
the years have laboured by calm and rage.
An Astounding Perimeter
by Richard King Perkins II
It’s not a dream
but a slightly bygone world
covered in frozen mist.
Sparrows alight on the small shoreline
of an astounding perimeter—
a sanctum whispering in white.
I study …
The Hole Story
by Dan Raphael
”Every now and then I know it’s kinda hard to tell
but I’m still alive and well” — Johnny Winter …
by Robinson Jeffers
The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
The wing trails like a banner in defeat,
No more to use the sky forever but live with …
Remarks and Responses; Mistranslations
by Thomas Pescatore
After all that was done. To make it right. Put out
in plain words. Carefully constructed.
Deliberate periods. Marked commas. Translated into
French. I sent in the email …
Plain Girl Pretty
by Donal Mahoney
Rose was a plain girl
from a small town.
She sang in the choir,
never missed Bible study,
left for the big city
after high school.
She worked nights
in a shanty diner
The arch is smaller going east
by Thomas Pescatore
St Louie from the opposite side
some bastard thing
the ground all
the river fortified
with food stand & drink
at the end of the chrome rainbow
by Marc Carver
There are a pair of pants on top of the small roof next to my toilet.
I know because I threw them there.
Sometimes people walk by
Talking about them
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
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 …
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 …
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
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
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
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 …
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
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
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 …
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
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 …
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 …
by Stefanie Bennett
… And there’s rain
On the rear-view