WE GATHER AT NIGHT
We have spent
the day collecting
like mercury.
Our shiny
beaded pool,
our independent
gauge. I am only
every adjective I can’t
think of and still
you are well-fitted
from bone to skin.
It is menacing
to acquire fences,
to drive down
from the mountain
day after day.
WE GATHER AT NIGHT
Under the
ammunition
of the red room
I am unwrinkling
gallantry with
a blindfold.
You are
forcing the hatch
and bounding
the floor in rubber.
The idea of us
is my palm
held up parallel
to my face.
Jackie Clark is editor-in-chief of LIT magazine. She is also the series editor ofPoets off Poetry at Coldfront. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming from Word for/Word, Sixth Finch, and Fou, among other places. Her chapbook Office Work is forthcoming from Greying Ghost Press. She blogs occasionally at No Help for That.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Zachary Schomburg
Zachary Schomburg is the author of The Man Suit (Black Ocean 2007), Scary, No Scary (Black Ocean 2009), a dvd of poem-films, Little Blind Thing (Poor Claudia 2010), and several small press chapbooks. You might run into him in your town sometime.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Magdalena Zurawski
[The dumb dog comes home]
I had by noon
gone down
to the bank
‘Fool’ I thought
she could count
me out
of my hands
my face at least
will be
my own
I thought
I will
know me
by the mouth
that feeds her
Magdalena Zurawski's novel The Bruise won the 2008 Lambda Award for lesbian debut fiction. Currently she is working on a manuscript of poems. She lives in Durham, NC.
I had by noon
gone down
to the bank
‘Fool’ I thought
she could count
me out
of my hands
my face at least
will be
my own
I thought
I will
know me
by the mouth
that feeds her
Magdalena Zurawski's novel The Bruise won the 2008 Lambda Award for lesbian debut fiction. Currently she is working on a manuscript of poems. She lives in Durham, NC.
Monday, June 07, 2010
Daniel Lin
LoFi Naturalism
A clotted conversation
In the municipal park
Under clarifying rain.
Our intentions were stellar;
The production was ultra
Low budget (coffee and gum);
The words were plain, part rehearsed,
And said unbeautifully.
The feelings engendered were
Severe and unexpected.
Daniel Lin has poems in the current issues of Octopus , Sink Review and Notre Dame Review. He edits the NYC-based small press, Love Among the Ruins, which publishes an online journal and poetry chapbooks.
A clotted conversation
In the municipal park
Under clarifying rain.
Our intentions were stellar;
The production was ultra
Low budget (coffee and gum);
The words were plain, part rehearsed,
And said unbeautifully.
The feelings engendered were
Severe and unexpected.
Daniel Lin has poems in the current issues of Octopus , Sink Review and Notre Dame Review. He edits the NYC-based small press, Love Among the Ruins, which publishes an online journal and poetry chapbooks.
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