National Poetry Month: THREE UNTITLED POEMS by Graham Foust
Three Untitled Poems by Graham Foust Inaccuracy’s inevitable, and even sleep is gestural. A black oval props open my mouth. * Bundled up and descending a subway staircase, the day done without, another gash in whatever time I might have left to agree with gravity, I...
National Poetry Month: WE ARE WHERE WE TREMBLE by Kimberly Burwick
We Are Where We Tremble by Kimberly Burwick In the lean fraction of distance between back barn and the godfather moan of wind, dry volleying of ruddy starlings and the forthright chord that is both creek and birds of screech, is the pattern by which we come up from...
National Poetry Month: CASTING OUT THE KING OF BOYS by Zachary Schomburg
Casting Out the King of Boys by Zachary Schomburg On my last day as king, I watched a dirty movie behind the couch. My father said I should get used to that sort of thing. I ate every last possible meal in the refrigerator. Those were great memories from...