I’ve finally found the river, the one where my enemies will never float by, where the fish stay silent and the birds keep to themselves. Every feather is just a feather. The séance is over. The tarot turns up blank as in a magic trick. I wash all […]
Download the PDF file . Terese Svoboda is the author of seven collections of poetry, most recently Professor Harriman’s Steam Air-Ship (Eyewear, 2016). The Maine in Spain, a chapbook, will be published by Island Verse later this year, and Great American Desert, a book of stories in […]
You don’t want to become bitter with responsibility, so you try to make him the responsible one. You fear you want him more for enduring your tests. If this is love, you tell yourself, even when you let go he will never fully release you. You tell yourself to […]
Bright essence of bright effluence increate. Milton, now blind, speaks to light. A thick snow occupies the air and dulls all objects. Mornings I seek a cold unsharable clarity. Ahead of all summons. When the air clears the revealed world is bleached, a loose wreck. The glass window on […]
No neat bales tally the end of winter’s ledger. Instead, my father’s dog, an arabesque in white, whirls in the haze grown two feet tall. The setter who always points his target cannot find his master. Late afternoons hereafter we’ll see what we’ve been navigating in the dark. […]
Έτσι, με την αναμονή, οι νύχτες μας έχουν επιμηκυνθεί Μέχρι το τραγούδι έχει ριζώσει και να αναπτυχθεί σαν ένα δέντρο. Και εκείνοι στη φυλακή, ω μητέρα, και αυτές μακριά στην εξορία […]
Dillon knew Shorty from juvie or wrestling but I didn’t know him at all not even from the halls in between the bells but when Shorty grabbed Lori by her long red hair and started dragging her around the parking lot his presence was suddenly a fact and […]
for my father —the gills still swimming with you, breathing for you, tumbling backward toward some […]
Download the PDF file . John DeStefano’s poems have appeared over the years in a number of magazines and literary journals, including The Chicago Review, Partisan Review, Agni, Another Chicago Magazine, Sequoia, The Southwest Review, Northwest Review, The Quarterly (Q), Salmagundi, Poetry East, New Letters, The Paris […]
I hand you a bucket of light, and you pass me night on a stick while I make a home near the collapsed merry-go-round holding each faded horse against my body. You live in some cave nearby lecturing me on integrity and water – perfect like broken bones […]