L.V. WOMEN The Women wear their hair like a blonde ballet trained to perform each golden strand sun-bleached and chemical-precision, in perfect position. The women wear their skin unnaturally tight dry and porous like the concrete surrounds, pneumatic-pillow breasts under their gowns. The women wear their men on their arms never hand-in-hand, old… Read More Poem of the Day: Lisa Nanette Allender
WHEN I WAS NAKED I was the sturdy bowl of plums half-buried in snow outside the artist’s studio. He paints the shades of purple reflected in condensed water on my skin. I was the snowy hill topped by a nun’s black habit, a fall of dark hair descending to wintry shoulders, an infinite… Read More Poem of the Day: Michalle Gould
TO THE NEW MOON Come night. Come sirens and midnight babies born in the backseats of taxicabs. Come moon. You crazy weeping alcoholic, quit drinking yourself into nothingness. Someone’s trumpet has gone missing tonight. Someone is looking for you, holding your hairbrush to the nose of a bloodhound. Leave your shadow on the… Read More Reading Tracey Knapp
Let me begin by playing a round of Two Truths and a Lie… We all know how this works, right? The speaker shares two truths about themselves, and a lie, but the lie must not be easily distinguished from the two truths, and the other players are supposed to guess which statement is a… Read More “Look Where That Has Gotten Me”: The Potential Self-Awareness & Honesty of Poetry: Reading Tracey Knapp’s Mouth
CONTINENTAL We were sinking The windows were filling with cities as if poured into glasses No one was thinking of drowning No one thinking air ship but there we were submerging A captain turned off the cabin lights We folded our tables headed down quietly The moon holding its breath floated up KNOWLEDGE… Read More Reading Allan Peterson
THE WHITE SEA Spin the big wheel of weather. So it’s seven degrees. I could have sworn it was balmy and getting ready to storm eight minutes ago. One definition of a slob is someone who runs out to the street through a foot of snow in slippers and… Read More Reading David Dodd Lee
