Landscape with Loss in Motion
/I stood in the barn with its rafters dusty & leather & watched the horses outside
rooted in their pastures. If their hooves could grow deep into earth,
perhaps they would become trees.
Two Poems by Robin Gow
/“he loves ball-point pens
because he can write in blue.
he mutters gospel gospel gospel gospel
& I never bother to ask what he means.”
Read Morethe knowledge of walls
/“as if having the knowledge of walls
was enough to pull out the pigments that characterizes
the will to live. they think that’s why van gogh drank paint.”
Two Poems by Darren Demaree
/“I climb the tree to spite Ohio.
I hold on to Emily
because I am too simple
to provide any real answers.”
Read MoreReading in the Dark
/“it’s late
for reading and twice
I say good night
and good night, later
finding you mined into
the sheets with your little
light to read yourself
to dreaming.”
Dare I Speak of Heaven?
/“I said, This is sad. Bowing her head
on my shoulder, she sighed,
I’m sad too.”
In the Cold Ground (Tom Waits)
/“there is no hell
only the punishment of being able to despise
all that is light”
Dear Pleiades, I
/“When
the bell rang, I jumped, drew
circles in the water, bright as tigers, bright
as bombs, whiffs of cigar.”
Two Poems by Cal Freeman
/
”If the limits of my language…
If the film One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest informed my mother’s psychosis…
If you can keep your head… she would often recite from memory.”
Read MoreHuddle House
/“Silence stirred remainders of
what we had left, wishing coffee was more
than beans & water."
Time is an Enormous Long River
/“Dissecting our world by decades
has become a coping strategy
as our lives speed up and crash into each other
like atoms sinking in the daily sun.”
