Poetry

  • After the Idea of the Flood Recedes

    by Daisy Fried

     

    with borrowings from Rimbaud, “Après le Déluge”

    in a turbulent dream,
    I wake troubled, confused,
    a tabby nosing round the sheets…

    the market stalls are dressed in meat,
    bavetted, boned, …

  • Hatred of the Various Grays

    by Shane Eaves

     

    I am grunting along the 60, returning

    from Calvary Mortuary in East LA

    where I walked into the wrong

    services. My good friend’s mom

    suddenly gone and me wandering halls

    looking for the moon: Luna, …

  • I am holding a dying dog

    by Hannah Schultz

     

    because no one else will. His eyes
    are white and cracked like the moon,
        little crescents. And when I set
    him down, he runs, not knowing
    where he’s going. …

  • Seaside

    by T.William Wallin-Sato

     

    Last night I read Lorca in the bathtub
    Three candles and an incense lit
    My cigarette blending with steam and bubbles
    Lavender and Epsom sinking to the bottom
    The eucalyptus …

  • From Claire de Lune

    by Jennifer Bartlett

    Part One

    1.

    I am your moon.
    You are my light.

    2.

    Little moon girl, sitting in the pool
    O ball, in and out of the water

    O kindness, o gentleness
    crow, no raven, sitting …

  • What They Said

    by Tonya Suther

     

    “What are you reading?” she asked,

    from behind an orange mask.

    In the past, I would have smiled,

    responded cordially about this book,

    only this pandemic has changed me.

    My intolerance has grown, like

    an overdue …

  • Large Print Poetry

    by Quinn Gruber

    You direct my eyes
    to the yellow door of the bookshop.

    Help me when I ask. Don’t just pull me                       …