Category: Spring 2011 Poetry
Little Elegy
by Susie Meserve I think of you like ball – peen hammers, tapping a hall of mirrors. Like the foghorn on a clear day. (Is death abrupt,
Thus in the Limit 3
by Jon Wilkins Just like you, she came here overflowing with a need to feel superior, an age – old rage holds her heart — gentle but
Thus in the Limit 2
by Jon Wilkins Just like you, she came here with a bag full of chalk and yellow tape. Her fear of snakes sneaks up on her now and again, coiling
Thus in the Limit
by Jon Wilkins Just like you, she came here for the fountains of youth and chocolate. She found them occupado. Occupational hazards and other
Three Horses
by Christopher Merrill I am the mare night forgot — blessed Brooding, brilliant. Remembered. I am the colt women corral, leaving Paradise,
Three Nonsense Poems for Hannah and Abigail
by Christopher Merrill How much mush is too much mush If you love mush too much? How much slush is too much slush If you love slush and such?
Three Questions
by Christopher Merrill And if there is no change in our condition? Seven hang – gliders set their sights on a lodge Boarded up since the
Three Seasons of Fighting
by Hugh Coyle i Last night, between skirmishes, we crept away from our lakeside camp and carved lines of love on the ice with knives and the tips
Shahid
by Tony Hoagland How could you, Shahid, have been so cruel, as to show us what self–love looked like? Was it a kind of punishment? It was
from “The Tinajera Notebook”
Forrest Gander * * * So the present hoses itself out. And with it — Sitting in the lobby of the clinic, its walls painted like