Monthly Archives: February 2013

SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: HEARTWRECKS

FROM HEARTWRECKS By Nicolas Destino RESURRECTION Back in the city they were erecting the moon every night with ropes, pulling, as everything needed to rise to reverse what fell. In an upstate kitchen, amid the languid, flat dough, they got … Continue reading

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Lesson Plan

Lesson Plan by Michael T. Young   A gun came to school and taught the children how to think. It blew their minds and tested them on how to take a last breath. It sent home lessons to parents on … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: JESSICA BIXEL

By Jessica Bixel: PRAYER FOR THE BROTHER Tell him something new today—that we remembered the sharp lines of his body and loved him anyway. The open ruins of Old Sheldon Church letting in the sky. A dry wind or insect … Continue reading

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Electromagnetic Compatibility

Electromagnetic Compatibility by Kelly Davio I am the conduit of all transmission. The basebands of noise radiate from my skull. I hear the faint buzz when I bend a knee all the way to one hundred and eight megahertz. My … Continue reading

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Medusa Song

Medusa Song  by Mary Akers She scrambles the eggs while the baby howls at her knees. To drown out the racket, she hums as she jabs her fork into the yolks. She enjoys the way they spill their yellow color … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: JEN SILVERMAN

BATH 5 (NEW HAMPSHIRE) By Jen Silverman If it’s one drink, it will be two. Wisteria tangling around your wrists. Here is where you buried your father. Here is where you buried your brother. Here is where they will bury … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: DARA BARNAT

WALT WHITMAN By Dara Barnat Walt Whitman walks with me down the street, holds doors open for me, whispers in my ear: You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you. Whitman, how good it feels, … Continue reading

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