Category: poetry
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Adoration
by Kelly Stacy Let us paythe bill on time, let uswalk to the grocery storetogether, let us order moreshelves for that spacein our living room, between the radiatorand the wall, let’s giveit some purpose, let’s fill itwith all our small totems,let’s do brunchon Saturday morning, let us dropoff the laundry on the way,let us shop…
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Self Portrait
by Kelly Stacy I woke up this morning & was over Kelly Glen Stacy,burdened with his dryskin & squirming thoughts,so I threw on a light jacket& the air was as fresh as it was gonna get& I walked a few miles for a sandwich & lemonadecause sometimes even I knowif I just get realhigh all…
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Wednesday in February
by Kelly Stacy It snowed this morning and with the temperature’sslow rise turned to rain, the thin sleet sheetshung around till one,then faithfully they gave themselvesover to the constant patterand I am up to 1848 in People’s Historyof the World, it has neverbeen a good year for the peopleand there is no sky this afternoon,no…
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Haircut
by Katie Pukash My voice is a hieroglyphhunting for a cave to call home.I cut my hair for this.I have seen all my mother’s untouched jewelry.I have worn out the family nooseby tying knots around everything that is swollen.There is a nightlight in my childhood bedroom without a bulb.Ask me how I survivedand I will…
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The Carpenter’s Son
by Katie Pukash mine is nothing but stain-each carving a little less.can’t say too much about the carpenterwhen the carpenter holds the only chisel.pliers for eyes-he will call you Floorboard andClaw hammer and Screwdriver and Sin-will knock at your throatuntil there is nothing but screws.stained and sealed-Mouth Wide and Shut.he won’t come back to search-not…
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Light Blubs
by Katie Pukash The days seem to slide together like a slammed door.I swear anxiety sits hostage in my marrow.There is not enough red wine in the worldto solve the problem that is my chest.Does my trauma have a name?Should I give my trauma a name?If I name my trauma will she follow me like…
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Four Poems by Stephanie Valente
The Pontiac in this universe,the guitars are lostskulking under bed sheetswatching rain fallthrough a windowin this universe,we take turnsdriving(almost) endlesslyi love the cari love the privacyurgent intimacyin this universeyou’ll tell meeverythingi’ll learn half-truthswe’ll never get tired I Came Here to Be Alone baby, i think of youlike Coca-Cola chilling in the fridgeso fondly, like a…
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Four Poems
by Stephanie Valente The Pontiacin this universe,the guitars are lostskulking under bed sheetswatching rain fallthrough a windowin this universe,we take turnsdriving(almost) endlesslyi love the cari love the privacyurgent intimacyin this universeyou’ll tell meeverythingi’ll learn half-truthswe’ll never get tired I Came Here to Be Alonebaby, i think of youlike Coca-Cola chilling in the fridgeso fondly, like a…
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Two Poems by Eric Stiefel
Meaning, Meaning It All Falls Apart & You’re brushing your teeth in the midst of one of those mornings that can only be described as ennui. You rinse your mouth without thinking and try to speak the sharp dark nothing that creeps in the corners of the room where it forms a mosaic arranged in the…
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Two Poems
by Eric Stiefel Meaning, Meaning It All Falls ApartYou’re brushing your teeth in the midst of oneof those morningsthat can only be described as ennui.You rinse your mouth without thinking and tryto speak the sharp dark nothingthat creeps in the cornersof the room where it forms a mosaic arranged in the mind:a tapestry of train carsand…
Dream Noir 