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[…]POEM OF THE WEEK | Ashley Hynd | ONE SHOT OVER THE LINE
ONE SHOT OVER THE LINE — after Kevin Carter Necklacing: the act of hanging a tire soaked in petrol around a person’s neck then lighting it on fire It gets heavy after a while and they always fall over crumpled into a pile of human remains in the sand the smell stays in your clothes […]
POEM OF THE WEEK | Shanan Kurtz | GRASP
GRASP
have you forgotten the terms of this pact, the lines we once lifted from songs that remind me of bells and stems, a collection of waves, a kill, a cure, a whim made permanent, arcane
did we ever lie close in the black of a room belonging to no-one, switched like breakers curved to conduct the pitch of a laugh, a meteor shower, a shimmer, a culvert, a quarry turned sleight of hand so thin the grasp of whispers held for hatching plans to stay somewhere within your reach, an iceberg, an archive, steady, remote unflinching, done and[…]POEM OF THE WEEK | Naomi Kanakia | THE GIRL
THE GIRL The girl from high school—not my high school—had long straight hair and a foxy face and her body, a cylinder, with slightly wider hips, was perfect for the sheath dresses she wore. Vee was a Circassian, famous beauties in their day, well-prized as slaves, her mother a refugee from Turkey, never marry a […]
POEM OF THE WEEK | Lauren Turner | THE SECOND PERSON HAS DEPARTED
THE SECOND PERSON HAS DEPARTED A gold sequin dress isn’t any use in a fire. I scribble down every cypher I gathered about you. There is no kindness in letting you know when the world unclasps, emptying its prayer palms of us, our preordained survival. Did you expect me to carry a gun? asks the […]
POEM OF THE WEEK | Ellen Chang-Richardson | PLEASE TELL ME THIS WILL NOT LAST FOREVER
chapel street shifts pitch deep winter;
its edges, sharper its scents brighter, brittle
like peppermint ……………. or bone
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where fever …. bush frozen
berry holly reaches its thorns to bristle
my fingers with its bitter tang
…………………………………. where deep
POEM OF THE WEEK | Jean-Marc Sens | INCORPORATE WORLD OF THE CORPORATE LEADER
INCORPORATE WORLD OF THE CORPORATE LEADER After reading Redesigning Leadership by John Maeda Twit for tat subject lines @ in pseudo aphorisms— the leader seeks to climb on his own shoulders the kinship of his own acronyms into his last name. Where is the ship of his leadership? Who is stirring at the wheel? The […]