Tag: poetry

Tomas Moniz

on the beauty of urinals & bodies by tomas moniz

on the beauty of urinals & bodies tomas moniz   my first night at a writing residency in the oregon mountains i struggle to build a fire in my cottage. & remember as youngchild camping w/my father. build it like cabin. like teepee. i failed. pushed out of the way & relegated to bunching newspaper….




Barbed Wire Fences and Billboards by Anne Graue

Barbed Wire Fences and Billboards Anne Graue ______I._____As the crow flies _______________dissects wheat sorghum ____________________milo for the pigs _______________spots fox and coyote ____________________screeches over water Hail Mary signs glint blue and white on a barbed wire fence _____II._____All around Robin Hood’s barn ___________Take Highway 69 around to 160 to 59 ___________Stay_____on the beaten path ___________if…




Family Tree by James Butcher

Family Tree James Butcher i wish you wouldn’t call them fragments when i cut them into pieces these are her feet hanging over the sea wall when i called her mother she called me home this is the two of them look at their party hats white muslin is a cotton fabric of plain weave…




Arnie Bodette

Treaty about the Dimension of Joint Viewing Nikolai Leskov’s The Enchanted Wanderer: In Search of the Holder of Content (on the Ocean of Perception with or without You) by Arnie Bodette

Treaty about the Dimension of Joint Viewing Nikolai Leskov’s The Enchanted Wanderer: In Search of the Holder of Content (on the Ocean of Perception with or without You) Arnie Bodette   I. I’m Gone, I’m Gone, You See If you view a film consisting of randomly shot footage—scenes of the everyday life without “me for you”—it…




Rae Hoffman

Northern Mockingbird by Rae Hoffman Jager

Northern Mockingbird Rae Hoffman Jager   That one bird, the one that sounds like a broken bicycle tire—visible for only the brief moment mom leans her head back to exhale an extravagant billow of smoke. The bird with the legs of two aluminum nails. The bird we watch together from the porch, mom’s hands the…