I Hold My Father’s Beer by Candice Kelsey

I Hold My Father’s Beer by Candice Kelsey

by | Dec 6, 2019 | Poetry

I HOLD MY FATHER’S BEER   I   Grainy 4×4 photos like some prop deck of saloon cards my mother has filed in a yellowed Polaroid Flashgun #268 box.   Meant for automatic color-pack cameras, this box contains the cycle of life: film to camera,...
RETURNING AT HIGH SPEEDS by Thomas Osatchoff

RETURNING AT HIGH SPEEDS by Thomas Osatchoff

by | Nov 29, 2019 | Poetry

RETURNING AT HIGH SPEEDS Much faster—that’s why a picture is worth a thousand free falling peregrines. But what to do with wings with a weight 21 billion times that of the sun’s mass? Can you tell me more about what the damage is like? Wait—do you mean the...
Lalah Tries to Duck by Thomas Osatchoff

Lalah Tries to Duck by Thomas Osatchoff

by | Nov 25, 2019 | Poetry

LALAH TRIES TO DUCK After the next earthquake east of Kathmandu the last snow leopard will eat a bullet for you playing the role of Lalah (self-possessed but afraid) just trying to feed your family. LALAH (cocking her head) We’re shooting? You said we weren’t...
A portrait of the artist as an artist by Michael Karman

A portrait of the artist as an artist by Michael Karman

by | Nov 15, 2019 | Poetry

A portrait of the artist as an artist When I first wake, the bed is already in the other room. A streetcar. A candle falls into the fire. In the next dream, a trestle bridge does nothing. The stream is at the lowest part of the valley. Après une petit-dejeuner, je...
How Would the King Tell It? by Vinitia Swonger

How Would the King Tell It? by Vinitia Swonger

by | Nov 13, 2019 | Poetry

How Would The King Tell It? after Selah Saterstrom What does a fire sentence look like? .. Like an oracle, like an atonement to listening. In art is there a traditional way that a mother looks at her baby? .. In art a mother is never the king. Can we fall in love with...