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The Last Letter

The Last Letter

You told me be another and taped her bio to my face—curls alight at every curve. Couldn’t because— my hair split at each end—I’m not. Since then, my bones have chipped to landscapes unknown before. I am writing to ask, do you know there’ll soon be no more elephants? Tusks turned to necklaces. Remember how […]

Carla Sameth: Where I’m From

Carla Sameth: Where I’m From

  Where I’m From I am from slugs and bumblebees, mildew, Lake Washington, Puget Sound and “the mountain is out.” I am from pick up games (football, baseball, basketball), Peter Collin’s knees mashing my lip split when I rush. I am from classrooms made of portables that fill the playground and rites of passage girl fights, […]

I Do Exist

I Do Exist

      I Do Exist It’s hard to hear my mom talking baby talk. I’d rather go to sleep than think of this. It seems so fast—from craziness of raising a child alone To carrying a diaper bag for my mom. There is no special shower thrown, in which I receive a diaper bag […]

Foal

Foal

    Foal after reading “Fugue for Other Hands” by Joseph Fasano In your next life you will be birthed in needles of hoarfrost, your eyes still in the blue gauze between this world and the next and I will kneel so close you will smell the hot iron waiting to singe your skin. You’ll […]

More Aymar Family Poems

More Aymar Family Poems

I Shall Make Poems by Carol Armstrong I shall make poems long after I’ve forgotten my middle name, what cinnamon is for or why the unfamiliar place I sleep is not the home of my childhood The words will seem at first enigmatic and oracular, then untranslatable, unintelligible. They will abandon agreed-upon usage, assume an […]

The Aymars: “Spring” & “The New Face of Old Age”

The Aymars: “Spring” & “The New Face of Old Age”

Geoff Aymar is a fellow Connecticut transplant. He’s an exemplary jazz musician, and not the only family member bursting with creative talent. To begin with, his grandfather Gordon C. Aymar is a 1914 Yale graduate, avid sailor, photographer, portraitist, author, art editor for Harper’s Weekly and Vanity Fair, and a poet…   Spring by Gordon C. Aymar, April […]

Passings

Passings

The summer was just starting yet like a fast ride it was over. The man and the woman arrived at the end; everywhere they sensed the night blooms and crickets. They yearned for the clean, ironed sheets of blue sky that folded into the past. The man and the woman stood in the yard by […]

Poetry & Cookies

Poetry & Cookies

Malware found me one prolific night. Stole my words, my voice, my malapropisms, illiterating them from memory yet holding them for ransom, for real. Pay in bit coins the red pop-up page demanded, by a certain date after which the price will rise. I examine my maladjusted bank account and draw my optical conclusion: Byte […]

Catch-22

Catch-22

Catch-22 A touch, a kiss A blink, a shrug A twitch, a curve A wink, a swerve A tilt, a shake A turn, a veer A rub, a rustle A look, a gaze I’d be damned if this is not a bait! A walk, a trot A gazelle, a deer A river, a lake A […]

Tea

Tea

From Eat This Poem by Nicole Gulotta © 2017 by Nicole Gulotta. Reprinted in arrangement with Roost Books, an imprint of Shambhala Publications, Inc. Boulder, CO. RoostBooks.com.   Tea by Jehanne Dubrow   Tonight I’m fruit and clove. I’m bergamot. I drop a teabag in the cup and boil the kettle until it sings. As if on cue, […]

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