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...
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,...
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...
January Machine Rob Schlegel 2014 Four Way Books 64 pages Review by LAURA KOCHMAN Rob Schlegel’s second book, January Machine, takes the form of a book-length poem, using the page as a unit of measure. Along with form, January Machine centers on its speaker, the...
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...