ISSUE 4 // POETRY
"I find a casket / Polished ebony / In a white dust labyrinth / Under lily moon. / But it will not open / for my comprehension." - The Nearest Paradise
"I could come back / an egret lancing the marsh; / perhaps the osprey / once disappointed a good man. / And if human— / longer-legged, sun-colored?" - Siddhartha
"in the mind’s core, a waterfall—(a strange thing, / a thing ill-designed to assuage fear—"
"I still appreciate your genetic sturdiness, your / non-wimpy here's
one-for-the attitude, your / sweater stretching broadness and your /
offering to fight off all the scary things" - Biceps
"the river is dead in december. / canaries and frogs drift facedown in the water. / i am swimming and drinking the river, / gulp after gulp until i’m so heavy, i sink." - November 30, 1998
"we win from time to time / abandoned above adaptable positions of
the losing / we risk everything in thinking we can navigate maverick
of the green" - Pluto.4
"When Father cleanses her hands / and pastes them together, / I
hope he glues them in prayer." - A Private Viewing
"He can polish / down Tom’s jags He can conceal / a pimple They
know at the flower shop / skip the lilies the mister sneezes" - Ballad,
"and I wish, on the way home, you could have seen / the Big Dipper above Crab Orchard Lake, nailed / to the black wall of space, and the moon spinning slow"
"Our baby tops a pill bottle, / each white disk / the wrong kind of confetti / kept fresh under her billow." - Cotton Birthday
"Sundays here drag on and on / and organ-grinders from Morocco /
flood the gray courtyards with their moans."