Monday, November 18, 2013

Derrick Mund

#4





like the earth keeps on

like a place

lacking its geography



because it does not have a place,

a tactic

depends on time

it is always on the watch

for the practice of everyday life

   is a consideration of place









On that note;

can this anvil be a thrush

of the laurel

opening in your sternum,

please?









Derrick Mund received an MFA from the University of Colorado in Boulder. He lives, writes and tends bar in Denver, CO where he is runs the Leon Presents a Reading series. He is also the poetry editor for SpringGun Press. His work can be found at Greying Ghost, Vinyl, Cacti and elsewhere.


Sunday, November 03, 2013

Michael Keenan

                              After the prairie fire
                             
                                                   we fell in love beneath

       A palm tree:


                              NUCLEAR GREEN thorough
                              and crystalline

                              I was a blue chartreuse.



               *






                              French cemeteries are better, aren't

                                         they, Benadryl?



                                                              "First Coast," my ass, Jacksonville, Florida.

Sharon, in the dream, talking
all night TO A SUMMER WILLOW





               *





A TREATISE ON TELEPORTATION


Out


of their cold, in
to our

dark

It was a long time ago.









Michael Keenan received his MFA in Literary Arts from Brown University. His first chapbook, “Two Girls,” was published by Say No Press in 2009, and his first book, "Translations On Waking In An Italian Cemetery," will be released by A-Minor Press in 2014. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2011 and was recently chosen by C.D. Wright to be featured in the PEN Poetry Series. His writing has appeared in FenceAlice Blue ReviewShampoo, Paul Revere’s Horse, and Arsenic Lobster, among others, and is forthcoming in Noo JournalMichael no longer drives a waffle truck in Northern Florida, but he wishes that he did.