The failure of English
pianos due to less
effective parental
discipline was par-
ticularly noticeable
in the Argentine.
Mark Young‘s most recent book is les échiquiers effrontés, a collection of surrealist visual poems laid out on a chessboard grid, just published by Luna Bisonte Prods.
In isolation, adipose
tissue reduces the
microcosm that is Ireland
into a gated community
of various migratory &
local birds who share
a propensity to commit
mass suicide when new
epidemic diseases appear.
Mark Young‘s most recent book is les échiquiers effrontés, a collection of surrealist visual poems laid out on a chessboard grid, just published by Luna Bisonte Prods.
One word leads
to another,
and perhaps someday
I’ll find out which.
J. R. Solonche, who has been publishing since the early 70s, is author of six books of poetry, coauthor of one, and author of one chapbook,
When I’m
writing a poem,
I’m marking time
with its foot,
but when I’m
not writing a poem,
I’m marking time
with my foot.
J. R. Solonche, who has been publishing since the early 70s, is author of six books of poetry, coauthor of one, and author of one chapbook,
When I found myself,
on this bright sunny May morning,
driving behind a shiny black hearse,
looking at the bright blue sky
and the bright white clouds
reflected in the polished glass
of the rear window, I reflected
on my own death because
I could not think of a way not to.
J. R. Solonche, who has been publishing since the early 70s, is author of six books of poetry, coauthor of one, and author of one chapbook,
The morning rose foggy
with nothing of the night’s roiling,
window-rocking storm
left behind, only guitar-pick-shaped
petals, ivory, scattered
on the porch under the ladderback chair.
Barbara E. Young lives on a windy ridge twenty-odd miles west of her Nashville birthplace.
On my mother’s birthday
Earle and I eat Thai food
and he puts his hand on my hair,
on my ear,
tells me to take antidepressants.
Alexandra Egan is a writer and set designer living in Brooklyn.
I’ve no use for
a stainless steel
lightweight, corrosive
resistant contraption that encumbers
my wrist
and can’t tell me anything
useful anyway:
Like when my kids might grow up,
my heart will stop beating
or the last polar bear
will step off the last piece
of melting sea ice
and silently disappear.
Gil Hoy tries cases before juries of his peers in Boston, Massachusetts and searches for winning poems in his legal arguments.