You don’t want to become bitter with responsibility, so you try to make him the responsible one. […]
Poetry
Bright essence of bright effluence increate. Milton, now blind, speaks to light. A thick snow occupies the […]
Late Work by Kristen Case
Έτσι, με την αναμονή, οι νύχτες μας έχουν επιμηκυνθεί […]
THE DWELLING PLACE (or SCORING THE DEATH OF THE FIRSTBORN) ...
No neat bales tally the end of winter’s ledger. Instead, my father’s dog, an arabesque in […]
Winter Solstice by Jennifer Key
Dillon knew Shorty from juvie or wrestling but I didn’t know him at all not even […]
Third Day, Friday, May 1, 1992 by Matt Miller
http://www.tupeloquarterly.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Set-1.pdf John DeStefano’s poems have appeared over the years in a number of magazines and […]
from The Visible Remains by John DeStefano
In this life, save the body which is the fruit of many lives. Espaliered pear: how […]
To Limn a Limbed Thing by Gillian Cummings
Don’t even go there. Take back everything I took, your taste, your shivering —red […]
Green Balloon Blown against the Corner on the Roof Tar ...
I hand you a bucket of light, and you pass me night on a stick while […]
Touch Me Not by Dana Curtis
If only an __X__ distracted by arrangement, if only my eyelashes singed clean by work, arrangement, […]
Industrial Architect by Thea Brown
There you go with the crushed velvet and makeshift bracelets, the judgments and cribbed recipes from […]