If I Were Able To Count Up To Five…
“Fair girls from alien Gorny Mari land/ Would ride bicycles to my town/ Their white teeth dazzling me…” Weekend poem, by Valery Petrovskiy.
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The Tumulus
“where you are is not where skin transfers its open meadows/ where the insolent madwoman breaches the dykes…” Poem of the Week (December 17), by Colin Honnor.
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A New Lesson
“Do not wait to polish the rings of night/ Do not wait for morning to declare its disapproval of the banality of desire…” Weekend poem, by Annie Lewis.
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Comedy Is Not Pretty
“‘Comedy is not pretty’ were Timothy Bunch’s last words/ –spoken from the electric chair…” Poem of the Week (December 10), by Kent Monroe.
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New Orleans, 2005
“When my sister and I were eggs/ and my mother walked to the store/ it rained milk.” Poem of the Week (December 3), by Jeff P. Jones
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Gun Club
“…a pause,/ a holding of breath. And the trigger squeeze/ like coaxing a moth on a silk thread.” Poem of the Week (November 19), by Amy MacLennan.
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Admonished
“Those who wait for the messiah, or write/ about God as though he exists are cooked.” Weekend poem, by Thomas Piekarski.
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“No longer noon but a cramp/ for which there is no potion/ only her lips falling from the sky…” Weekend Poem, by Simon Perchik.
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The ventriloquist at a birthday party
“…no trace of anxiety on her face, though she/ must know the odds against him, the small chance/ of acceptance, the endless cost of otherness…” Poem of the Week (November 5), by Aseem Kaul.
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Homecoming
“She hears the crowing of birds outside,/ her neighbour cussing at the colony chowkidar,/ the petroleum cough of the retired colonel’s jeep…” Poem of the Week (October 29), by Rakhshan Rizwan.
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