As the Lord commanded Moses, so he numbered them in the wilderness... He doesn’t open his […] Numbers by David MooltenOctober 14, 2017 in Poetry tagged David Moolten by Sarah Russell
Hardy’s Dumbledore, a bumblebee— It speaks in tongues but is bespoke in code. Word splash hits […] Overheard on the Chronolog by Stephanie StricklandOctober 14, 2017 in Poetry tagged Stephanie Strickland by Sarah Russell
Sometimes, back then, I was a girl. And I was roomdark: a candle and a spell. […] Self-Portrait At Twenty-One As Wish Without a Meadow by Sally ...October 14, 2017 in Poetry tagged Sally Rosen Kindred by Sarah Russell
http://www.tupeloquarterly.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/tupelo_quarterly_seguin_2017-1.pdf Andrew Seguin is a poet and photographer whose work often explores the […] FORECAST: GLOSSARY by Andrew SeguinOctober 14, 2017 in Poetry tagged Andrew Seguin by Sarah Russell
How you got to Thailand doesn’t matter much. It took several decades though to become a facet […] Artifact by Daniel MoysaenkoOctober 14, 2017 in Poetry tagged Daniel Moysaenko by Sarah Russell
I left a watchman at Place de St. Michel to guard the beautiful boy I was, […] Postcards from Winter by Marlon L. FickOctober 14, 2017 in Poetry tagged Marlon L. Fick by Sarah Russell
It must still be the way it was loft of animals branches for antlers a painted […] Bread and Puppet by Carl AdamshickOctober 14, 2017 in Poetry tagged Carl Adamshick by Sarah Russell
From the edge of the bare woods I noticed a glittering where two streams met forming […] Confluence by Elizabeth OnuskoOctober 14, 2017 in Poetry tagged Elizabeth Onusko by Sarah Russell
Recipes After the 1984 Delhi Pogroms Salt witnessed the burning city, sung the first dirge. […] The Memory of Salt by Preeti Kaur RajpalOctober 14, 2017 in Poetry tagged Preeti Kaur Rajpal by Sarah Russell
Meanwhile, the wind blows A cloud in perfect stillness overhead, perfect What was beetle becomes spider There […] This Begins a New Book by Elizabeth RobinsonOctober 14, 2017 in Poetry tagged Elizabeth Robinson by Sarah Russell
The antiquated stench of the town—horse piss, saltmarsh, rotting shoes and wood—and upward our noses turn. […] The Feed Game by Emily RoskoOctober 14, 2017 in Poetry tagged Emily Rosko by Sarah Russell
So what if Huberman put chin to wood in the bunker like a slyer, spryer Mephistopheles, […] TCHAIKOVSKY, VIOLIN CONCERTO IN D MAJOR by David MooltenOctober 14, 2017 in Poetry tagged David Moolten by Sarah Russell