Cynthia Good – El Farallón
El Farallón … a rock-like formation in the high part or cleft that protrudes into the sea, near a coast … —Definición De Etimología The horizon is kerosene—It is my skin Flayed to bone. It is a tangerine carrot Separating day from night. This is the same Water I prayed to as a girl before […]
Carolyn Oliver – Figure Swimming Alone
Figure Swimming Alone Why should I want to press my lips to your shoulder you whose gaze I’ve never met whose mouth, thin as a birch’s lenticel whose knuckles fall, soft ridge of hills why should I want to sliver the morning with you sad-eyed lover of cities gin and oranges on a beach Sacré […]
Jessica Jacobs – Reciprocity
Reciprocity For I was mud and you were the face pressed to mine, making me in your image. When I was a furnacing fever, you were a dousing river. I, word-hunger and you, the book by heart. I, new blooming; you, pages of my pressed petals. And when I was ambition, you were the open […]
George Wallace – Money to Burn
Money to Burn No man is ever alone who possesses an appetite for unreality, a comfortable manner among strangers, & money to burn. Blessed is he who walks into a bar at the edge of oblivion handing out five dollar bills. For we shall call him a prince among men. George […]
Jared Smith – Before the Storm
Before the Storm Two days out before the storm we began gathering candles from all those places one hides them, puts them away for when needed, old ones limned with the scent of mothballs, half melted Christmas candles, whatever we could find and matches, a bic lighter, an old iron lantern and yet wind blew […]
