Category Archives: Poetry

Mark Waldron. The Brand New Dark. “Yes, Everything You Need is Here” There is a poem-within-a-poem here. A tree. […] Gravity. […] Rope. […] Each of these is the opening to a stanza. Even as you read on, they keep … Continue reading →

Jan Zwicky. Wittgenstein Elegies This opens the section set in Rosro, County Galway. Grooves in the rough-planed planks. Trace the grain, back and forth, slow path, back; and forth. Salt light from over the dark chafed sea. So much is … Continue reading →

Each transition is unique and yet part of the human story of variations on a given theme. I am reminded of the words of John Koethe in the concluding poem to Sally’s Hair, words about the performance of Richard Burton … Continue reading →

There is a magisterial poem in The Hayflick Limit where Matthew Tierney runs the gamut on the ages of man by following the metamorphoses of a character in body and attire. It is fittingly called “Age of Majority“. I like … Continue reading →

Sujata Bhatt Brunizem “The Peacock” Could be a set piece in school. Calls for that examination of tenor and vehicle that is the hallmark of our tentative forays into interpreting metaphor. It concludes: The cat will awaken and stretch. Something … Continue reading →

Minimal treat for maximal performance (without a title) from Mark Truscott Said Like Reeds or Things leaves answer answer leaves I have remembered this as “leaves answer answers leave” — just wanting that flutter of the “s” to be displaced … Continue reading →

“St. Norbert in July” The poem is dedicated to Louise Halfe also know as Sky Dancer. What is captivating is the litany of different dances all stepping to a final image I Thirst Dance, Ghost Dance, I Give-Away Dance, Beg … Continue reading →

Rifting on Phil Hall The Little Seamstress “Blur”   Once ruptures hoisting continents riddled with guilt   but Upon recites at bedtime a protection-song very fast like maresy doats   weaving us into only sound vestments To arrive at Once Upon A Time … Continue reading →

Lisa Pasold produced this chapbook with green cover with the stamp of spades in each corner (difficult to see – it’s black on dark green). Its title appropriate to its cover is green as the three of diamonds which immediately … Continue reading →

John Koethe. Sally’s Hair. “Continuity and the Counting Numbers” One let’s you trace out what you’ve been or are Or might yet become; the other is a row of tombstones You plow right into them because you are carried by … Continue reading →