Hybrid Taxidermy

Eric Vrooman

During the first half of the hurricane, they barbecued duck on the cinderblock patio, the house shielding them from western winds. They watched a transformer explode, shingles fly, and trees—not just saplings but full-grown live oaks, crape-myrtles, and magnolias—touch the…

Some Weather; The Penknife; Desire

Vona Groarke

Some Weather Among the things (though these are not things) I did to preempt the storm were: upturn, stow, disconnect, shut down, shutter, shut. But, while the house sulked, the sky scolded and I observed an hour’s breadth, the storm…

weekend-readsBeatitude

Kelly Loy Gilbert

Once I was alive apart from law; but when the commandment came, sin sprang to life and I died. Once, before I was even formed in my mother’s womb, God knew and loved me; before I was born he set…

Poetry Influences the World

Shai Dotan

My wife grew a beak. I think the poetry did it I might have exaggerated a bit with the bird metaphor. See, I told her, poetry influences the world. Was she offended. She didn’t express it with words, but a…

Citrus

Nick Courtright

I have shut off the grove, and the light. For once I allow the night its effect on every bowing branch. When I say you are enormous, I mean you are the tree. On the path the dogs have come…

Ars Poetica with Vulture

Colin Cheney

Researching a poem-diclofenac’s chemical chain, for arthritis-to explain thousands of white-backed vultures, & the owls who eat what the first carrion birds leave on the skinned cattle shot full of the stuff, found dead in India, I began to speak…

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