Portrait of Simone de Beauvoir as a Beaver
/Run your boomerang blade down my spine
as punishment for building my home of twigs,
ash, and other,
mold my curves, a makeshift hat
to heat the tips of your ears,
hiding your hair with hide of me …
Two Poems by Kathryn Bratt-Pfotenhauer
/They tell me you’ve died
storied, an abrupt ending. They
have locked me in a fireplace (a bed of ash---hot and spitting,
the fat flesh melting off bones) isn’t it funny
we are our own demise?
Two Poems by Gretchen Rockwell
/
the properties of iron, and how elements
hiss and bubble when combined. Carefully,
she eats to balance her excess
yellow bile while she pores over
the philosophy of the body.
Read MoreTwo 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 MoreDare 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.”
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