Four poems by Surabhi Balachander
Always the possibility. Once upon a time we were lost on an island, halfway across the Bay Bridge. She wore the same clothes for two or three days, without washing […]
Tag Archives: Poetry
Three Poems by Ben Gunsberg
Vernice Bianca Luthiers say you can’t replicate a 16th century Stradivarius. Maple back and willow blocks varnished with honey, egg white, gum arabic. All but done, Stradivari brushed this vernice […]
Grand Vision: An Interview with Diane Ackerman, by Ashlie Kauffman
So much of our experience falls between the seams of language, simply because language is human-made, but our emotions aren’t.
Review: Joseph by Dena Rash Guzman (reviewed by Daniel Casey)
Joseph by Dena Rash Guzman Hologram Press (2017) 112 Pages ISBN: 9780998456713 It wouldn’t be contentious to say the political poem has changed dramatically this century. While there is still the […]
Four poems by W. Luther Jett
REQUIEM Somewhere in summer we lost our virginity. Was it under the yellow streetlamp, where the moths beat their blind wings? Or behind the door in the sound-wall running […]
Five poems by Valerie Wallace
The Young Ornithologists Club, 1979 after Alexander McQueen, 1969-2010 Here it has facts about birds. Did you know when a peregrine falcon flies, it is the fastest animal? Here’s […]
Becoming the Blue Heron: An Interview with Terri Kirby Erickson (by Curtis Smith)
Writing poetry in general is one way to make sense of it all, to break up what is vast and essentially unknowable, into smaller, more digestible pieces.
Four poems by Loren Moreno
Fireflies in Union Square Sound Like Your Father Whole skyscrapers. Grand glittering ornate monuments to my own ineptitude I could build and still never satisfy him. Not even these […]
Four poems by Roy Bentley
“It’s a matter of taking hold of one hand/and letting go another, if you’re lucky”
Four poems by Clare Banks
With the Dog at Bernheim Forest We walked the field where the path edged the trees, spindly stands of cedar at first, then oaks, chestnut — their numbers, I […]
