After he was gone, she looked for him to return, perhaps as a bulldog, a stag or tusked-boar. She did not expect this parrot, perched on her sill, preening and carrying on conversation. Flying, it seems, exhilarates him, and he enjoys the perspective on earthbound life. Treetops and leaves create a kind of jazz with […]
for Will & Howard * * * Walking Lower Wacker in Chicago, we debate how strictly vegan you’ll raise your son as snow melts and fills the shoes we all, January ill-equipped, have worn here. Will’s yellow sneakers, Howard’s loafers, my bright green Adidas. You will raise, your son, the one […]
Forget this aging maw of yellowed keys, more flat than sharp, beating wrong notes on twisted strings. Ignore the film of dust on the wobbly bench overstuffed with music no one plays or even cares to hum. Avoid the bad keys, the ones that stick and stutter, the ones that are ashamed of being silent […]
The gravity of Sambuca alters migration patterns. Yesterday, a name smacked against the window, the bleed of each letter a trickle. Today, a comma guts the hot water heater. Refrigerator shelves pang. Tomorrow is a phone booth with a broken door. J. Bradley is the author of the forthcoming graphic poetry collection The Bones of […]
You hear them on NPR, read them on websites, store them for cocktail parties and first dates. Every second: a hummingbird’s wings flap 80 times. Thunder rumbles 1,100 feet. Four to five people are born; two die. At least 100,000 chemical reactions fire in your brain. You lose about three million red blood cells; your […]
1. The cardboard box is longer than wide, wider than deep, and it’s dragged out into the middle of the floor where a team of six adults is given the task of opening it and assembling the contents (a bike) 2. In this instance a small group of adults is given twelve pieces of uncooked […]
Uncle Roger is at the bend again, right on the rim of the road before Cow Camp runs into the Newland Tree Farm. He waves at my car as it drives past, but he is in the sunset. I wish I were older, sitting with him, with no place to go but wherever my feet […]
In the attic, I cut off my Ruthie doll’s blonde hair to make her look more like me, to see if her golden locks will grow back. She wheezes when she breathes. I pick two broken crayons from the floor and scribble on her left cheek the blue-black of a bruise. She recoils, looks up, […]
I hold the remote just so, it feels like her indifferent wrist. Television is the oven I rest my head inside. My own tragedy splits in two when the TV star’s fiancée is stolen by his evil twin. (Same actor, but the evil version is somehow more handsome) Our clubbed hero wakes, wanders the new […]
In our house, I wake to the random rolling of R’s in a sing-song voice, mom’s voice, a terse and rapid repetition of th-th-th-th. In our house, for her, this is prayer and if I go to see about breakfast and her eyes are closed and she’s wailing the answer is cereal. Do not worry. […]
the sky rolls by acres & acres of blue wind swept sheets dappled by skeletal wisp teased cotton clouds clumsy footed down here I collect the teeth lost on my last bet never was a good gambler golden days behind me the cold whistles through dark pines brooding on my ass gumming old wounds in […]
Asphalt meets gravel like a mountain birthing a river, an alarm clock. A truck lugs shaking crates, the bed secure as boulders smoothed from running engine parts across three states: mountains, desert, water. The path plays a georgic game, plows mud divots. A recent storm set traps for anyone who slows emboldened into pastures long […]
Since a man in a car over a centerline changed what we mean by sister your eyes are ashes in my palm. I can only think of your hair now, the red of our father as a girl I wanted to put my hands in its clouds. That man we shared, half sister you knew […]
when voices hush, the night lies down, tucks itself under a bulky plaid quilt. you’re wrapped in sleep, snoring lightly, as coco saunters in from the rain, meows, disappears behind an armchair. i get up from bed, move hastily about the room like a thief, stuffing a sweater, a scarf, two nectarines into a rucksack. […]
The stage too can be a disguise. The light catches the glittered bow in your hair and the auditorium is all sparkle, no shadow. But everyone knows that shadow is where the living happens. Where loss cuts its teeth on our lungs. The acupuncturist who lives down the street says our lungs are organs of […]
“With strangers in your line?” – Marina Tsvetaeva, from “New Year’s Letter” I. Into and across my words must travel, yet they stop, then mix up within each other. I want a spare, clean line – I am so warm and so thirsty. II. You come from a place that is different from my place. […]
Through blue highways and heads hung in shame we wisped away and whisked history down the drain with whiskey to make us feel okay, maybe flush us numb until our lips were pale and we couldn’t stop from falling down and our tents were soaked through and through in the morning fried steak and eggs […]
[two_third]ТИХО Няма ги нашите майки – излезли да купят нещо вкусно и не се върнали Няма ги нашите бащи – отишли на гробовете на бащите си и там останали Няма ги братята и сестрите ни – хукнали да намерят майките и бащите си и се загубили Няма ги и децата ни – убити на тръгване […]
When all we have is song to fill the space between us, the feather of each note, frail flight of melody, a flock murmuring from my chest, I let go, sing distance and space into shapes you might hold in your mind, birds that form, fragment, coalesce and flee. This moment of rest, a dream, […]
I have plans on the thick part of my hands & when they flush with un-tender flesh, build like a mountain risen to escape my own bones, you will see the structures behind me. All of them speaking of my shoulders. All of them whole & personal & held fast to my own Ohio. Darren […]
Standing with my friend in his garage, We look at things left over: Hose connections, extension cords, Kitchen utensils, power tools, Twenty years of memorabilia. His house has sold, Not for a high price; He’s glad to be out from under it. Another friend, Richard, will take his dog. Somehow, I say, I always thought […]
My mother used to say
if she ran out of money,
she would walk into the sea.
Just drive to the beach
and walk into the water,
keep walking until the ocean
swallowed her up…
The nitrous cloud goes berserk In the nineteenth century, when the toads Were writers thinking up Horror—she wounds me With her pale skin and liquid midsection, Scarcity is scarce, and I take it from there, holding gripes, The papers tell it, how the Pope goes pop Into a new old castle and the people go […]
My father held a grapefruit – the yellow-orange rind blending with the skin of his palm. Two knives on the cloth – one small, a bent edge of serrated teeth to dissect the flesh, the other long, broad, with a smooth blade. He held the larger, rested it on top of the fruit before a […]
This is the day her brother has a relapse and shoots heroin. It’s worse than the days when they were young and he would run with scissors on purpose. It’s worse than the days he would chase the neighbor’s fat cat, chucking clods of dirt. It’s worse than when he would come home with cuts […]
that an MRI sounds a bit like avant-garde dance music, or one of those key chains I had as a kid, where I’d press a button and it would shriek out some distorted beeps and static to mimic a machine gun, or a bomb falling from far away. No one told me that I should […]
Traveler, rest a moment upon your horse’s neck. Look at your companions through the fluttering of his mane: Here. There. Gone. Returned. A thousand journeys, but only one border to cross, An infinite banner, woven from a single shared thread. We are the curtain between two worlds, lifted, rippled, blown by winds we do not […]
It’s the 4th of July and I’ve spent too much time in front of the television, absorbed in a marathon about alien abductions. That night, I decide to light roman candles in an attempt to establish first-contact. If I was the elected Earth’s diplomat, I’d tell you we really mean no harm— that, like they […]
Jolted from sleep, I lunge for the receiver. Nancy! Nancy! Karen’s dead. What should I do? What should I do? Tell him my name is Diana, that he’s dialed the wrong number? I hang up and now, some thirty years later, wonder: Did I remember to say Sorry? Today, when the phone rings late at […]
To R., after Hurricane Sandy The walls are so thin. We can’t beat back the wind, can’t keep the water from entering. Wasn’t I just shuddering beneath you? We both know: nothing belongs to anyone. Jeaette Geraci is a yoga teacher, a belly dancer, and a serious dance club enthusiast. She earned her B.A. in […]
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