Akhmatova’s Nights
“I who am called a nun and a whore/ who welcomes every morning with open arms,/ I will not run from this, my only love.” Weekend Poem, by Saskia Handley.
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The Way I Learned to Ignore
“My grandmother feared ghosts. I mocked her.// Alone, I learned that despair is a graveyard…”
Weekend poem, by Juleus Ghunta.
Post-Partition Noir
“…Someone somewhere/ whispers: ‘let’s partition the cat.’ Grandfather/ canes in his history lesson: ‘the other side/ was a land of rivers. This one is of relief-camps.'” Weekend Poem, by Nandini Dhar
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Porthmeor
“On waking I tried to remember / Nothing of my dream, which felt like velvet / Brushed the wrong way.” Weekend poem, by Dominic Hand.
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Every Time I Call the V.A., They Ask Me If I’m Suicidal
“It asks me again/if I’m suicidal and I scream over the soft hum of my refrigerator/that I am hoping I will live another twenty or thirty years
/and after that I’ll reconsider things…” Weekend poem, by Ron Riekki.
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“while your arms fill with arms / that are not yours, are covered // with shallow river water / flowing past you as moonlight…” Weekend poem, by Simon Perchik.
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Consider the Ocean
“I am neither ship nor ocean/ I am the thing the ocean wrecks the ship into.” Weekend poem, by Ephraim Scott Sommers.
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Bruno Chooses Bisexual
“Bruno is lured by their stare into the struggle—/ their unwillingness to ignore…” Weekend poem, by Charles McGregor.
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how to fill a memory box
“add measured doses of sex/ and cigarettes./ yes,/ measured….”
Weekend poem, by Shobhana Kumar.
in caravaggio’s ikon
“Thomas,/ Apostle to our secular, mocking, murderous/ new age…” Weekend poem for Easter Sunday, by John Robert Lee.
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