TWO POEMS TO READ AT 4:13 PM

G’afternoon’, South Bend & beyond! It’s 4:13 PM on the eighth day of October. Here are two poems and a photograph of a bass guitar… GHOST By Leila Chatti I like how easily I see through you. There, the slumbering bulb of your heart between the dead-branch- thicket of your ribs. Your fingers spindles ofContinue reading “TWO POEMS TO READ AT 4:13 PM”

THREE POEMS TO READ AT 1:41 AM

G’evenin’, South Bend & beyond! It’s 1:41 AM on the first day of October. Here are three poems and a picture of an adult beverage…  (Photo by: Chad Forbregd)  GOOD NEWS BAD NEWS By Bruce Taylor Nothing’s what it used or ought to be: always too much of this, never enough of that, only aContinue reading “THREE POEMS TO READ AT 1:41 AM”

THREE POEMS TO READ AT 6:53 AM

G’mornin’. It’s 6:53 AM on the first day of autumn. Here are three poems and a picture of a dog… (Photo by: Madison Blue) A MAN ON THE SUBWAY  By Anele Rubin A man on the subway is wearing a t-shirt with New York City Mental Institute stenciled on the front. For a moment IContinue reading “THREE POEMS TO READ AT 6:53 AM”

Poem of the Week – Lizzie Harris

There’s Grass Somewhere, But I Don’t Know How to Find It And if I’m wrong, what blue pulse would darken? For years I went not knowing why I spoke to water, why my fork stitched lace over every plate. What thing did you water to make me love like a socket? I do knit bricksContinue reading “Poem of the Week – Lizzie Harris”

A July Poem by Feng Sun Chen

FOURTH OF JULY Sometime, said the paper queen, you will cease to be loved. Maybe you will be lucky and a kind witch will tell you why. It’s probably your personality, for example. You will not understand your pain, which is shaped like a windmill and moves by the tug of a horrible moon butContinue reading “A July Poem by Feng Sun Chen”

Poems of the Week – Zachary Schomburg

THREE POEMS BY ZACHARY SCHOMBURG   THIS IS NOT FOG THIS IS COBWEBS This is not fog this is cobwebs. All I have is cobwebs. I will make a dress for you after plucking with my fingers from the fragile silk a spider a spider a spider O Evelyn, look our ribs are zippers.  Continue reading “Poems of the Week – Zachary Schomburg”

Poems of the Week – Raymond Carver

THREE POEMS BY RAYMOND CARVER   Woman Bathing Naches River. Just below the falls. Twenty miles from any town. A day of dense sunlight heavy with odors of love. How long have we? Already your body, sharpness of Picasso, is drying in this highland air. I towel down your back, your hips, with my undershirt.Continue reading “Poems of the Week – Raymond Carver”

Poems of the Week – Graham Foust

FOUR POEMS BY GRAHAM FOUST   1984 Look at the sky, go back inside. Cocaine makes its way to Wisconsin. The TV’s thick with burial, hilarious with seed, and while the moon, my mind, and the real world stay home, I will walk walk walk unkilled around a new year’s clumsy gallows. Anything’s impossible. I’mContinue reading “Poems of the Week – Graham Foust”

Poems of the Week – Greg Rappleye

THREE POEMS BY GREG RAPPLEYE   At the Museum of Whiskey History I find my dead, sneaking shots of Old Crow on the line at Kelsey-Hayes– bootleggers, priests, procession swellers. Here’s Uncle Ted saying, Cheers to you all, after beating a black man senseless behind a blind pig. And there’s Aunt Rose, fresh from theContinue reading “Poems of the Week – Greg Rappleye”