by JP Reese
Jigsaw men smoke behind cinder block walls,
assemble the pieces of people they’ve been.
Second-hand voices seep under the door
of the coffee-cup room severing “Al” from “Anon”
—Pain extended from pain embraced. …
Poems
Two Rooms
February 2, 2012Poems: Archives
The Nests in Winter
On January 26, 2012
by Jeff Oaks
Of course the point is to be hidden, isn’t it?
To seem like nothing, to be forgettable,
to hold still. Lonely little things now,
the size of my fist and with a lid of snow. …
In the Face, Hard
On January 19, 2012
by Charles Harper Webb
A child kneels beside a “dead” bee.
(Stinging black-and-gold soldier,
where’s your buzzing bluster now?)
Jab!—boxing glove in the face, hard. …
Credo
On January 12, 2012
by Kevin Hearle
in memory of Kevin Calegari, who died of
AIDS on February 12, 1995 in San Francisco
Romanum Pontificem in rebus fidei
et morum definiendis errare non posse …
Damariscotta
On January 5, 2012
by D. Nurkse
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How we loved to create a world.
Out of gray we made the pin-oak leaves
with their saw teeth and odd waxy sheen,
dry and matte to the touch, out of granite
we made the marriage house, and always
we added a flaw which we called fire
or time or the stranger.
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