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Author Archives: lezliemayers
FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ANDREW WESSELS
WHAT IS IN FRONT OF US by ANDREW WESSELS i moved::the road is dry and crusty the rains come in the spring and the birds the leaves let go this hand the burning::a seat five feet from your right next … Continue reading
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FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: W.I. STONEBERGER
DREAM by W.I. STONEBERGER Dogs and horses were roaming free along the perimeters of sleep. Children took the bodies of the babies into their hands – caressing them, calling them their own. The one with the pop eyes of a … Continue reading
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FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: RACHEL ZUCKER
LETTER (PERSEPHONE TO DEMETER) by Rachel Zucker At home, the bells were a high light-yellow with no silver or gray just buttercup or sugar-and-lemon. Here bodies are lined in blue against the sea. And where red is red there is … Continue reading
FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: HANNAH GAMBLE
YOUR INVITATION TO A MODEST BREAKFAST by HANNAH GAMBLE It’s too cold to smoke outside, but if you come over, I’ll keep my hands to myself, or won’t I. I would like to tell you about the wall eaten up … Continue reading
FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: KEETJE KUIPERS
4TH OF JULY by KEETJE KUIPERS If I have any romantic notions left, please let me abandon them here on the dashboard of your Subaru beside this container of gas station potato salad and bottle of sunscreen. Otherwise, my heart … Continue reading
FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: PAUL CELAN
SPEECH-GRILLE by PAUL CELAN Eye-orb between the bars. Ciliary lid rows upwards, releases a gaze. Iris, swimmer, dreamless and dim: the sky, heart-gray, must be near. Skew, in the iron socket, the smoldering splinter. By the sense of light you … Continue reading
FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: JUSTIN RUNGE
GHOST TOWN TOURISM BUREAU by JUSTIN RUNGE As one of America’s most haunted cities, we are known for feng shui. Neck kisses. Strings instead of switches. Basements here are spacious, unfinished, and full of grave flowers. Choral chambers. Nails may … Continue reading
FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: MICAH BALLARD
NOTES FROM THE CHEMICAL OUTPOST by MICAH BALLARD Of the death of my hair I have a devoted lisp faux forgettables to fade the stragglers & concoct one with the other for more of a Pac reservoir exiled surroundings with … Continue reading
FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: MARK JACKLEY
MOTHER AND TEENAGE SON by MARK JACKLEY Stumbling from the van to wait in line for burgers, staring, not speaking, love improvises in the manner of Miles Davis in the cool, pure silence in between halting notes. “Mother and Teenage … Continue reading
FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: FRANK GIAMPIETRO
SELF PORTRAIT AS A RASH by Frank Giampietro To the wife the rash seems sullen and lazy this evening. The doctor says it’s hives and if this is your skin, imagine your heart, you’ve only yourself to blame. The rash … Continue reading
