National Poetry Month: ANTERIOR OF A RAZED ROOM by Cori A. Winrock
Anterior of a Razed Room by Cori A. Winrock What corseting—: the room cinched in as the wrecking drill bores down, its metal threaded vertebrae spiraling slow through our plaster and horsehair insulation, the seven-layer wallpapers caked over and over...
National Poetry Month: THE SEISMOLOGIST’S TALE by Jessica Bozek
The Seismologist’s Tale by Jessica Bozek It was fall and the soldier’s stories made human piles of the citizens. He went directly to the center of the town and his stories spiraled outward. The few who tried to flee were held by his soothing voice. The...
National Poetry Month: LIGHT AWAY NOW by Matt Cozart
Light Away Now by Matt Cozart What to find: a little well sped up attention eye. It’s an audition I’m moving slower than. Don’t keep your hands in your hands, I wouldn’t want to be ended at them. Beginning home seems swept into some already over. No late look...
National Poetry Month: ON DANCING by Elizabeth Robinson
On Dancing by Elizabeth Robinson Like a flavor draining down one’s throat, the exudates of sound and waltz. God said dancing was no elixir and was befouled with its own suspicions until the angel reclaimed its message, having traveled through you,...