Poetry
Spotlight on…
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Firewood
by Nazaret Ranea
“When your feet, your hands / your face shrink from the cold / your grandfather will come from the garden”
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Scriblerus
by Robert McCarthy
"O our wee broken / hearts, our mimical, inimical / cardiac cases, unresolved / by the faults in our stars…”
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I know you
by Ewen Glass
“like the pores on the back / of my hand. / It’s alarming how suddenly / loneliness comes on.”
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Homewreckers
by 蒢楀栟 Ee Bing Tsu
“You made me dinner and burnt the oven / So I broke a plate while washing up to make things even…”
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An unbelieving hand – Lakes of Killarney
by Eóin Flannery
“the congregation / now fled and the end of time / settled like wet ash on the ground / beneath your feet.”
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Mature Fruit Trees
by Shane Murphy
“From the winding road, the true / view of the land heads uphill / at a steep angle, where grafted / apple trees stipple the soil”
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Goodbye
by Gary Leising
“I think of you, / with your filth-foul mouth / like an anglerfish, ugly nightmare beast / with a glowing lure before toothsome maw.”
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some things are only warm in layers
by Nathaniel Calhoun
“we match our breath to empathize / and are hyperventilated—”
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From a Line to a Menu
by Dan Rafael
“having a pizza delivered one slice at a time / always by bicycle, usually in the rain.”
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Suburbia
by Robert Beveridge
“Yodeled ululations / of drunkhappy teenagers / ring off the pavement”
Three Poems
by Brian Culhane
“Back to the sky / He slowly turns back / To the sky”
Three Poems
by John Pring
“threshing tide sweeps / shakes across the field cherry / leaves yielding / like civilians / swooning / to gunfire”
Six Poems
by Sam Kerbel
“Do you hear the frogs? / Their buzzing ovaries are your garden / Their song is permission / To hump fruit in clownish suits… ‘
Modern Day Celestina
by Guillermo Bowie
“Activities found in a third matrimony / Being within the natural state of imprisonment / Forming a modeled testimony of shared adventures”
Five Poems
by Dan Rafael
“having a pizza delivered one slice at a time / always by bicycle, usually in the rain.”
Four Poems
by Oz Hardwick
“It’s half past everywhere in the Science Museum and temperatures are rising.”
Two Poems
by A. Z. Foreman
“The future's not a place. It is a chokehold— / the red eye of a drone blinking through smog, / scanning the bone-dust of what we called cities.”
Five Poems
by Andrew Hanson
“Walled in by the waters / and guarded by the blue gums / the cape tulip busts out…”
Three Poems
by Ewen Glass
“like the pores on the back / of my hand. / It’s alarming how suddenly / loneliness comes on.”
Three Poems
by Philip Byrne
“Mamma fed us roadkill, though she liked to be the one to kill whatever strayed / onto the road.”
Three Poems
by Danny Barbare
“a peck, a bushel / an orchard / busy as a bumble bee / till the jug of cider / is empty”
Two Poems
by Leo Fulmer
“You're laying there / Like a maple seed too close to the mother roots / curled up…”
Six Poems
by 蒢楀栟 Ee Bing Tsu
“You made me dinner and burnt the oven / So I broke a plate while washing up to make things even…”
In the Village at Seven-Thirty in June
by L. Lois
“Pride Month every day this year / in the West Village / evening streets teeming / with poets and queens”
Two Poems
by James Lilliefors
“This morning, thousands of starlings / lifted off from the field outside my window, / like a vast self-organized organism.”
Four Poems
by Gary Leising
“I think of you, / with your filth-foul mouth / like an anglerfish, ugly nightmare beast / with a glowing lure before toothsome maw.”
Five Poems
by Benjamin Pierce
“there by am I my own Kryptonite / and my own orange-yellow sun / and my own secret nature as superstuff”
Two Poems
by Eóin Flannery
“the congregation / now fled and the end of time / settled like wet ash on the ground / beneath your feet.”
Mature Fruit Trees
by Shane Murphy
“From the winding road, the true / view of the land heads uphill / at a steep angle, where grafted / apple trees stipple the soil”
Three Poems
by David M. Alper
“Within, the dryer is afire with red flames, a / false sun that consumes our sins—last season's / socks, a shirt ripped by a hand no longer present.”
Featured Poetry from The Argyle…
“Homewrekers”
by 蒢楀栟 Ee Bing Tsu
“You made me dinner and burnt the oven / So I broke a plate while washing up to make things even…”