Badlands
“The sun dips into an unknowable// tomorrow just beneath my fingertips.” Weekend Poem, by Taylor Supplee.
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The Faber Book of
“The publishers would like to/ Gratefully acknowledge themselves.” Weekend poem, by Rowland Bagnall.
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Walking
“It could be a remote suburb of Byzantium or the edge/ of a more familiar place.” Weekend Poem, by Leslie L. Nielsen.
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Peshawar, 1976
“The sun was always moving/ from one sky to another.// Do you understand?” Poem of the Week (October 8), by Patricia Hale.
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Inquisition
“And these are the verbs, neatly/ stacked. You think they bite. They/ don’t, but they sting a bit.” Weekend poem, by Mark J. Mitchell.
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Parallel Lines
“Still, the habit in Belfast grows/ Like a DeLorean/ Doing the white lines in the road.” Poem of the Week (October 1), by Eamonn Stewart.
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Bad Things Happened
“They were as powerful as they were exotic, the ghosts/ of terror, His omniscience, the flapping of stained sheets/ just out of sight.” Weekend poem, by Holly Day.
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primetime news
“Close up, her face/ dissolves into blank squares./ She does not know anymore/ who she is.” Poem of the Week (September 24), by Athena Kashyap.
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A Dreamed Seascape
“The sea/ is slate, still. What passes for light/ weighs heavy on you.” Poem of the Week (September 17), by Mark J. Mitchell
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Adoration #6
“It was lovely to/ spend those moments lessening my/ own loneliness.” Weekend poem, by Darren C. Demaree.
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