POEM OF THE WEEK | George Elliott Clarke | WHITEWASH

WHITEWASH White is waves bright as crinkled sunlight—or sunrise, done up in foam White is Grevens Paerecider, Ironworks Pear Eau-de-Vie, Lunenburg County Winery Montbeliard Pear Wine, and Belle-de-Brillet Poire-et-Cognac White is the missing link* between Michael Jackson and Elizabeth Taylor White is a spic-and-span E.R. with a scatalogical surgeon wielding a shit-smeared scalpel White is a […]

POEM OF THE WEEK | Janine Certo | CONSPIRACY THEORY

CONSPIRACY THEORY a circle of reason / a proof that cannot be proved or disproved / a mad mixture / a template for order / cast, shaped, readymade and launched / requires immediate response (response must have no minor errors) / a distrust, a witch hunt, an elaborate dance / behind the scenes / eyewitness […]

POEM OF THE WEEK | Matte Rader | ZERO + ONE

ZERO + ONE

No thing, a zero in the amber of time, then one. At the edge of the mind a soft rime: then one.

The brook was running clear. Now it’s gone. I’m here, cried the killdeer, I’m here. Now it’s gone. Jewels of rain like We’ll grow rich with water, Like every number were prime. Then one. We built a small house in the womb of the woods. Twice you gave birth there. Now it’s gone. A storm sky etched by lightning, dissolved by light. Twelve bodies trenched with lye, then one. My name flashed in your mind, the[…]