Poetry

  • Poetry

    Three Poems by Peter Spagnuolo

    Above: “The Repast of the Lion” by Henri Rousseau

    Cartographer

    The monkeys scold that I lost my way, I’ve gone
    mad on the march through you, a hand on the whip—
    your impenetrable wild I leave undone,
    and tame your jungle waste—but wrecked my ship,
    so I must spread you open, with no way back.
    My rivals tell I’ve grown too old to play
    the boy explorer, yet at that perfumed crack
    where wells a secret font of youth, I lay
    with my discovery,

  • Art and Photography,  Corona Chronicle,  Poetry

    “26 Letters Refuse to Whisper” by Lynne Jensen Lampe with Artwork by Carrie Wilmarth

    Above: “UNTITLED,” 2020. Oil on Wood Panel, 9 x 12″

    As for saying goodbye, we don’t know how.
    Shoulder to shoulder we keep on walking.

    —Anna Akhmatova

    _
    As for saying goodbye, I know how
    but don’t want to surrender to these
    changed lives & cautious moments. COVID-19,
    death-o-matic, that’s what I call you. A period jabbed into the heart of a sentence.
    Each day I look out my window &
  • Poetry

    An Unobservable Force Will Never Reveal Its Face by Brianna Noll

    I thought the invisible
    hand of the market
    a velvetine fist,
    viridian and calculable
    like vectors of rain
    in a dark winter.
    I diagrammed its force
    on the bedsheets
    when I couldn’t sleep
    so it was always
    with me—a flutter
    of huge wings
    that would block
    out the sun if they
    weren’t so invisible.
    I began to listen instead
    to the wings of the hand
    of the market,

  • Poetry

    To Childbirth, by Jasmine Bailey

    In our hava nagila,
    my chair tilted into fire—
    you savored my burnt hair,
    the way I look
    compelled. What didn’t I give
    that you asked? That’s

    a rhetorical question.
    I presented the dowry
    of nerves, muscles, blood,
    a hope chest of napkins
    no longer white.

    The chrysanthemum
    is more than chlorophyll and cellulose.
    But a woman on the rack,
    a woman in love,
    is a secretless animal.

    *

    Jasmine Bailey is the author of two poetry collections from Carnegie Mellon University Press: Alexandria (2014),

  • Art and Photography,  Poetry,  Translation

    Five poems from “Nomad” by João Luís Barreto Guimarães (translated from the Portuguese by António Ladeira and Calvin Olsen) Artwork by Anthony Ulinski

     

    In the photographs of others

     

    I am present in the past of lives I
    have no knowledge of (men who saunter to the north
    women who are headed south) in
    photos
    that tied me to several foreign cities
    where my face remained retained
    by mere chance. A photo is memory
    (like a map
    is voyage)
    in them I’m anonymous at the corner of
    a scene
    just because I crossed that square
    at that time.

  • Poetry

    Devil’s Parlor Trick by Charlie Clark

    It is only now that you recall the emperor

    scorpion he at parties would take out and with

    two open hands on the granite kitchen countertop

    bait into stinging him the pain the gag once the tail

    stuck in raised up until like eight scrambling

    ends of lace it hung from the thick pink turning

    purple at the puncture and like chirping fan

    blades the laughter in the windless air of the airless

    little kitchen coming from the heady smear of faces

    to whom nothing lasting had been revealed

    watching what he’d done be undone be gently

    shaken back into its tank and how he allowed

    each to test the pulse of the darkened ring already

    growing stiff there in the center of his hand

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    Charlie Clark studied poetry at the University of Maryland.