Clever and Poor Poem By V. Penelope Pelizzon She has always been clever and poor, especially here off the Yugoslav train on a crowded platform of dust. Clever was her breakfast of nutmeg ground in water in place of rationed tea. Poor was the cracked cup, the missing bread. Clever are the six handkerchiefs stitched […]

Vast Problem Still Obscure Poem By Siri von Reis Most of the mass of the universe may be contained in dark matter. No one knows what that may be. Astronomers say we could be dealing with planetary objects unable to produce luminosity; some believe we are looking at black holes or other things formed when […]

A Feeling Poem By Robert Creeley However far I’d gone, it was still where it had all begun. What stayed, was a feeling of difference, the imagination of adamant distance. Some time, place, some other way it was, the turned face one loved, remembered, had looked for wherever, it was all now outside and in […]

In Particular Poem by Elena Karina Byrne Recognition in the body moves like a swarm of bees: you know all over at once. Your place in history has not been betrayed as you find what you really feel follows no language: wild stir of insects, flurry of birds, one bone of the earth shows through, […]

My Test Market Poem By Rachel Loden Let’s fly off to Finland, far from the long arm of Olestra. There in bog, arctic fen, and sand are others who may understand our epic innocence. Oh, how many names for snow! and none with growing market share. Where are the snows that make no sense so […]

Umbra Poem By Dana Goodyear We share a habit of accepting hospitality. Mix, Bless, Count, Drink—instant indispensability. You are (you stir) relaxed, on novel number three. English major, accent minor. Trace. Ohio crossed with stroke of luck— to other manners born. It smells like heaven here. Clover mown, clever man. O kept bohemian—come walk with […]

Well, You Needn’t Poem By Karen Volkman In discord this incipience, disregard. You are unhappy with the slant of the windows. You eat an egg for breakfast, and are ungrateful. Your hair is a black and gray wing that could be clipped. I’m not the necessary angel. My coffee is hot and bitter and so […]