Jake Kennedy: Notes to Myself

Jake Kennedy: Notes to Myself

NOTES TO MYSELF (15 Briefs) “You’re an asshole” —Henry James 1. You talk on the phone while driving. I think you are just a fucking asshole. 2. So you two…

Jean Donnelly: The Soul Heals

Jean Donnelly: The Soul Heals

the soul heals to saturate literature   the first falsehood of literature is that our species with names incorporates chance as the first line of fact the soul likewise only…

Damian Rogers: Three Poems

Damian Rogers: Three Poems

LIVES OF THE POETS Found delirious on the streets of Baltimore. Died days later. Died in shipwreck at the age of 40. Typhoid fever. 44. Orphaned at 14, dead from…

Peter Culley: A Letter to Hammertown

Peter Culley: A Letter to Hammertown

A LETTER TO HAMMERTOWN 1. The orange chestnut canopy has shredded into a discarded hamper of wet umber, umber-orange, lacy amber, blood-orange & bloody amber rags through which tires carve…

Adam Dickinson: Two Poems

Adam Dickinson: Two Poems

CIGAR? TOSS IT IN A CAN. IT IS SO TRAGIC   For all intensive purposes, the fire distinguishers are pigments of the imagination. Unparalyzed in the history of this great…

David Seymour: With Love, Jan

David Seymour: With Love, Jan

With Love, Jan but to go there the mind endlessly is singing – Sappho The poems we haven’t read must be her fiercest: imperfect, extreme. – Jane Hirschfield [These are…

Brad Cran: The Death of Ronald Reagan: A Final Love Song

Brad Cran: The Death of Ronald Reagan: A Final Love Song

THE DEATH OF RONALD REAGAN: A FINAL LOVE SONG   Nancy with your nights on fire, let me be your cold wet rag.   My ghost will walk to the…

Zoe Whittall: Unequal To Me

Zoe Whittall: Unequal To Me

UNEQUAL TO ME* Much of the novel seems held together with a kind of teary hormonal paste. There’s been much recent parley about “men’s fiction” and the vaginal shadow it…

Four Poems: Anselm Berrigan

Four Poems: Anselm Berrigan

Anselm Berrigan has just about finished tweeting in reverse chronological order most of the material from a long poem made of a spatially regulated succession of single floaty lines called…

Elizabeth Bachinsky

Elizabeth Bachinsky

Debaucher’s Trivia as Villanelle “What does it matter what you say about people? What’s the last word in A Touch of Evil?” — Jason Camlot, The Debaucher What does it…

Michael Crummey: Two Poems

Michael Crummey: Two Poems

COCK TEASE She had a raw mouth for twelve, barely-there breasts and a name that made her reckless and surly by turns. She liked to be touched and could see…

Daisy Fried: Torment

Daisy Fried: Torment

“I fucked up bad”: Justin cracks his neck, talking to nobody. Fifteen responsible children, final semester college seniors, bloodshot, collars undone, gorgeously exhausted, return from Wall Street interviews in attitudes…