Sarah Snyder – Go Count the First Seven Stars
Go Count the First Seven Stars Go count the first seven stars you see—then come tell me. And off the boy ran into twilight, tilted his small head back and began, One. Two…three. Waiting for four more to reach out of the darkening. So much is never seen, nor allowed in Rwanda: plastic bags— you […]
Jeannine Hall Gailey – Post-Apocalypse Postcard from the Viceroy Hotel, Santa Monica
Post-Apocalypse Postcard from the Viceroy Hotel, Santa Monica I woke up and laid out by the pool, still blue and inviting, the swim-up bar emptied of everything but ice buckets. Oh, for ice. There was something falling from the sky, tiny and white, but it wasn’t snow. It was ashes. Ashes of what? The roses […]
Carl Boon – Borges
Borges What mind could make things happen here—on the plains of Uruguay, boys with blades tracing squares in the dirt, women whose skin found mountains to fade to? Myth, objects gathered on roadsides: a coin, a note in Persian, the idea you lost on the way to Buenos Aires ten thousand years ago. Later I […]
Dan Encarnacion – Saint
Saint An infielder’s glove webbing shoe-laced weathered stiff as This diner slag’s Tuesday smile—lost, its boldness the seared- In signature Ron Santo. Sunnyside-up were the Cubbies in ’69 then broke the yolk— yellow bleeding sopped by thin Toast, hash browns limp in greased sleep, sausages Shivered. Overcocked. We had cheered as long as my Brother could bear the pain. Wanted to be […]
Marc Frazier’s Each Things Touches,
Reviewed by Richard Allen Taylor
Marc Frazier Each Thing Touches Glass Lyre Press ISBN: 978-1-941783-07-8 Reviewer: Richard Allen Taylor Most poetry collections have a poem near the beginning that gives the reader clues on how to read the book. Each Thing Touches by Chicago poet Marc Frazier has at least two. The prologue poem, “After,” opens with “I heard […]
