Three Poems by Amy Wright

Poetry

Insect Time Consult a termite queen before she scratches off her nuptial flight wings and after, when she sweats fat inside her earthen capsule where she once nestled with her king, nymphs in love with solitude. Who counts seconds when every third she lays another egg of a quarter billion? She grows translucent. Colony-whirr fills the cathedral mound above...
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“Marilyn” by Jared Joseph

Poetry

I’m very serious about the problem of knowledge it is so very deeply Shakespeare being among them then the problem of knowledge is real a sense of reality that’s a meaningful i think us in a constellation a diverting portrait of language a deep elusiveness in reality i will put up my microphone but before i go...
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Two Poems by Jeff Streeby

Poetry

Along the North Platte Every man bears the whole stamp of the human condition. –Michel de Montaigne The Prairie Traveler. From Kanesville to Fort Kearney then up the Platte, then along the North Platte and across the fords, then along the Sweetwater. From there to South Pass City. From there to Fort Bridger. There, a decision—Oregon, California, or Salt...
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Poems by Christie Towers and a Drawing by Jen May!

Poetry

Sweep we are driving through the last sweep of summer, the sun sifted through a fray of corn, the field repeating itself like a stutter between telephone poles, stark stalks framed by birdfalls of slack, black wire. Gravity the sky’s heavy hand dusted with powdered bone. an incremental heft, a pile of sand, a mouthful of salt, a...
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Three Poems by Bremer Acosta

Poetry

a story hardly remembered  snow cracked under my boots once, I remember, – when was it? ’88 or ‘98 my cheeks paled to numbing, tingling, hairs encrusted under redwood breezes, I – or was it we – we saw a car, metallic, diesel guts spilled on a snow bed, rotten, roots wetted around its frame, spiraling – ice melted on...
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Two Poems by Douglas Luman

Poetry

These poems were composed using text from the Log Cabin Democrat (the local newspaper of Conway, Arkansas) during the Found Poetry Review’s “Oulipost” project during National Poetry Month, 2014. Almanac Since summer is in a series, six versions means scarce corn, rice, onions. Assume news a noose, warriors in core warren. A noon iris swims summer season, mesa severe. Now is never once,...
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Two Poems by Jim Davis

Poetry

Stargazer Those who’ve been out in the yard for the sole purpose of looking at stars will be rewarded by smells of jungle, oatmeal, baking chocolate and the not-supposed-to-be-good-but-is aroma of a distant skunk. Water cascading over anything is as much abstraction as it is the whetting lens of life. Loamy soil for the stargazer lily, aimed up. Shallow water...
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Two Poems by Jared Joseph

Poetry

Beheading Video Sets Off Debate Forgive him soon because he has soon remorsefulness.  Or don’t.  Under the spring earth there are nails.  They hold together the gum drops in the bear’s chest.  The stuffed bear whose bladder is full.  The bougainvilleas are bushes and so it has always been.  The ashes on my hand are from the cigarette end...
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“Kosciusko Revisited/Cemeteries Creep” Video and Haiku by Donnie Boman

Poetry

Cemeteries creep. New Calvary is the best. BQE onramp. Rainbow Bridge is where we go to meet our lost pets. Happiness supreme. Kosciusko Bridge. Abomination of space. A desecration. Driving beside death. The cemetery beckons. Just over the wall. A white van passed me. Vehicles for kidnappers. Scary. No windows. A small red Honda. Carrying bikes and surfboards. Where are...
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Slides (Interpreted by Nancy) by Nancy Kangas

Slides (Interpreted by Nancy)

Stay scared. Who’s armed, who’s not. Whose suit is red. Whose lips are made so. Whose come like that from blood inside. One chickenpock. Two chickenpox. Three. Thirteen. Forty-seven. Nota bene: This happened. Is happening. Not for shame, but for the ship’s log do we document. And of course to honor the force of poxes. For...
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Two Poems by Timothy McLafferty

Poetry

Still Life She plays guitar as the rain falls acoustic to the cadence on the fig and juniper to the fragrant earth and quiet of our rooms she plays guitar as it rains and she stops before the rain stops. Madame Redon Willow black and soaked you fold inward still eyelids no less lovely for the star-fields they...
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Two poems by Kallie Falandays

Poetry

Sometimes We Build Small Ships and we put them in our pocket and we hope they sail us somewhere sunshine. Sometimes we build ourselves large oceans and we pray that they will take us somewhere warm hearted. Sometimes we carry on our backs big metal swings and sometimes we rust when it rains. Most times we eat at regular-sized tables...
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Two Poems by Daniel Barbare

Poetry

The Janitor’s War I’m going into battle says the janitor There will be stains of Kool-Aid on the linoleum. I’ll fight till my eyes see the glory of the end of the day Or until I bleed at the tip of a mop, or through and through the whisper of a broom till The building is clean. The Janitor’s...
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Three poems by James Heflin

Poetry

The Stench of Algebra Geniuses plummet. They pile under the eaves. German geniuses in crude turtlenecks, the French in hoop skirts, geniuses striped for jungle camouflage. They pile to the rails of the highest bridges. Famous geniuses, long-forgotten, geniuses with poor hygiene, geniuses with too many appendages. We can hardly see for all the geniuses outside the windows. The savvy...
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The Clobber Passages, a poem by Julia Tranchina

Poetry

But before they lay down-and-out, the managers of the civilization, the managers of Sodom, both young and old, all the percentage to the last manager, surrounded the houseboat. And they called to Loudmouth, “Where are the man-eaters who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us, that we may know them.” Loudmouth went out to the man-eaters at...
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Two Poems by Max Krockmalnik Grabois

Poetry

Blueberry I’m in Michigan The color of Michigan is blue blue water surrounds me I’m drowning in blueberries I’m in the berry patch, picking The owner says: eat as much as you want He doesn’t know me I fill my basket and myself Every molecule in me is blue I fill with blue like a toilet tank Blueberry psychosis...
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Slides (Interpreted by Nancy)

Slides (Interpreted by Nancy)

We still haven’t talked about what happened yesterday It is important to try I think you know what I want Thank you for the blanket It is warm and has snaps and is very colorful My hands are free Is it okay if we just stand here while we figure out what’s wrong ...
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416 and 431, Two Poems by Owen Lucas

Poetry

416 I was not aware; And at the center of my lackwit A bulbous awl-handle Jacked in the groove, sundering From me my gee-whizz. I was not aware, though it stood To reason that light Tumble down through the trees, And that the woman I wait for move somehow away, And the whole damn show Fold in its foppery...
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From L O N E L Y T H I N G by Philip Sorenson

Poetry

They followed the tracks through the snow. Short strides. Long Strides. Limping. Fully erect. They followed the melting ice. Down and down and down. They were blinded by the glare of the swinging leather branches and the silver ship. Into the empty mouth, into the palace, the characters descended into the ice. *** As they spread out face down...
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People from Michigan, A Video Poem by Josh Lefkowitz

Poetry

Josh Lefkowitz won the 2013 Wergle Flomp Humor poetry contest.  He has had poems published in Court Green, The Hairpin, and elsewhere.  He has performed a pair of one-man shows in theaters across the country.  He lives in Brooklyn.

Whale Dreams by Adefisayo Adeyeye

Poetry

i can hear whales singing pop songs in the fog we are lying drunk inside the freckled laps of stars i have traveled through time to tell you this: this is the ocean and where it is now *** swallowing seawater and the sweet smoked smell of rice i thought about parallelism or maybe the fear of it sometimes...
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Four Poems by Eliza Jerrett

Poetry

Crawler Each night the biggest centipede comes to cuddle, fleeing her spot in the drain, seeking the heated cave between our sheets sometimes I spot her before she ascends the mattress. I kick, and she speeds for the towering bookcase but I know she’s waiting, leg fringe flapping and tasting crouched in the dust of old paper...
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Poems from the series, “Definitions” by Christie Towers

Poetry

EFFICIENCY, the satisfaction of the grapefruit spoon as it cuts its teeth along pith and rind. PRELUDE, to reenact the moment before the break. The wind leaving the trees. SMITTEN, a word like spun sugar, cotton soft, the smell of grass in summer, the sand bitten bedsheet twisted between us, soaked through with trying. FETCH, the dog...
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Kaili, Moving to the City, a Video Poem by Josh Lefkowitz

Poetry

Josh Lefkowitz won the 2013 Wergle Flomp Humor poetry contest.  He has had poems published in Court Green, The Hairpin, and elsewhere.  He has performed a pair of one-man shows in theaters across the country.  He lives in Brooklyn.

O Head! A Poem by Nicole Callihan

Poetry

O head, you silly bobber, crooked dreamer, how heavy you seem with your fat gray eyes and your seven strange freckles, with your empty pockets and your blue moon, all the yelling and yellow blooms. O head, it is a delirious wonder you have not wandered to some spot very deep and far away. Nicole Callihan’s first book...
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The Selected SuperBowl Media Day Haiku of Jim the Poet

Poetry

Peyton Manning’s thrown More touchdowns than “Who’s The Boss” Had would-be bosses Wes Welker’s yardage This year qualifies him to Join the Mile High Club Knowshon Moreno: Best thing to come from Jersey Since disco fries Monte Ball is as Fast up the middle as a Zipper on quaaludes Demaryius Thomas Your name has broken...
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Three Poems by Nancy Kangas

Poetry

Jeezus Christ that guy’s sniffing glue right here on the subway right next to that little boy what is he doing he is blowing into a sock he has a little boot he has a little girl he is trying to make her little boot a little warmer My Mother Leaves a Voicemail Her voice has a root...
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Two Poems by Jacob Siefring

Poetry

Goodbye, Ohio Goodbye, Ohio, I loved you in the carefree blur of my youth torturing salamanders in the creek behind my house. I was always riding my bike over dead, fallen, autumn leaves and setting things aflame. O’ top the mountain O’ top the mountain I juggle imperfect And...
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Two Poems by Steve McGouldrick and a Collage by Jen May

Poetry

Hermitage, PA Novocain, bathwater hands glowing in the interstate; passing an American anytown of granite constellations, lymph node greens and grays, catching hallelujahs out of the pastel sky. Idling on Buck Drive, she lights a cigarette, blow smoke up into the signal of new beautiful radio handing above us. An old person dies with memories and achievements she...
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Two Poems by Josh Lefkowitz

Poetry

Disguised A fun game I like to play sometimes on the Q or B or any other train is to pretend that the person seated across from me is God disguised in human form which begs the question on this particular Thursday morning, of all the many holy robes and clothing options lining the racks in the infinity walk-in closet...
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Squid Poems by Madeline Weiss and an Image by Jillian Chaitin

Poetry

1. There is the soft glow of a giant squid eye lighting up the left of me. I am knocked out of the orbit of the world when it blinks and I become a freezing gust of glitter, extended among the maritime blizzard. A squid body extends and collapses. I am the body of a person, relaxing in a mirror...
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Two Poems by Andrew Field

Poetry

Hopperesque Maybe it is evening in a distant city, not too big or too small. A man is folding his suit pants in the bedroom, making sure the creases align. He is sitting on a bed in his undershirt, and she is brushing her teeth in the bathroom. He hears the water running, the toothbrush sliding across her teeth, her mild humming....
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Two Poems by Gregory Sherl

Poetry

A History of Domremy Feelings start on this page. Even in storms it is cool how we breathe. Slow exhales over wet cheeks, under bruised gums. Dumb love. Crawling through floors. I am Ezekiel, I am Isaac. What I have seen! This life-stained sweat. Entire marching bands between sheets. Always, I wake to words on my heart. Always, the softness...
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Two Poems by Fred Pollack and a Collage by Jen May

Poetry

Sigil Few saw the painful scene, but as staff led the perpetrator away, the people in the restaurant stared. They wanted to assure themselves that their white ethnicity, round, square, lumpy, borderline-brown, or homogenized, was not his. That their clothes were not his, which were too rough, too plaid, polyester, whatever was wrong. Above all, that his eyes and...
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Another Kompressor Poem by Geoffrey H. Goodwin

Poetry

Kompressor Loves God! Kompressor lick God’s CRT until eyes glow like irradiated yo-yos. Kompressor feed the God to shark like chopped up fish. Kompressor shave off God’s pubic hair. Kompressor Ctrl-Alt-Delete God. Kompressor slither across innards-drenched razorwire with God’s quivery ear in clenched teeth. Kompressor force God, at gunpoint, stretch His or Her genitalia into puppetry shape then beat up...
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Two Kompressor Poems by Geoffrey H. Goodwin

Poetry

Things Kompressor Might Say Kompressor sneak into apartment open refrigerator and steal ingredients for tacos. Kompressor unleash bad odors about things you do not understand. Kompressor wear burgundy in Botswana get funky with mad rhythm. Kompressor done everything for four years. Kompressor miss hubcap. Kompressor grab tongue with pliers and pierce with rusty penny nail. Kompressor remove leg at knee...
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Poem to End My Head Off by Tao Lin

Poetry

In celebration of Tao Lin’s fantastic new book, Taipei, we are reprinting his 2004 “Poem to End My Head Off,” which first appeared on Surgery of Modern Warfare, your editor’s previous online publishing project.   i am so very tired   coffee no longer helps it used to help for hours at a time coffee used to help but...
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A Poem by Kyle Hemmings

Poetry, Prose

You Say Alaska; I Say Eskimo Pie We were kids shading the other over the footbridge. It led to ten years more of: masquerading as each other’s kite painting happy faces on empty store windows during a gold rush turning my room into an igloo for poker-faced flute soloists reciting our names backwards but not the vowels I luv-ed...
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Lottie Lawson by Jill Goldstein

Poetry

By Jill Goldstein Part I Lottie Lawson was the saint of all things lost and broken. She spent her days saving things from right when she’d awoken. Treasure chests and tiny boxes spilled forth with all her loot. Used up pens and lonely gems or a shoelace from a boot. Nothing was too small or damaged to wind up in...
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Poems by Jane Hilberry

Poetry

Reading the Bible at Nine When my father asked how far I’d gotten, I was still in Genesis.  What I loved about church was the deep blue of the ceiling sparked with silver stars.  The hymns would hum me to sleep, or sway me as I knelt.  The wine bit my tongue and the wafer stuck. ...
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