spring 2018
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an understanding
Natasha Zarin
Dear Chepe
Wilbur
Melissa Weiss
He Ring Liar's Dice Confluence Derek Thomas Dew
Never the Desired Absence
Nick Alti
Ice Skating in Holland Carol Hamilton
Grim Reaper in Therapy
Brandon Marlon
Cracked Fabergé Egg Of Yes
Lauren Turner
Push
Armamentarium
Adrienne Gruber
Synonyms For Shelter
Jill Talbot
drowning man is not a superhero
Aidan Chafe
First Ultrasound
Second Ultrasound
Stephanie Yorke
Wet Parable
Duck
Carver
Nathan Curnow
Sea Room / The Adrift
Exhibit / Queer
Lynx
Joseph Spece
The Path Discoverer
Taylor Bond
Like André Derain
David R. Dixon
Trump As a Fire Without Light #665
Darren C. Demaree
Naming
Cow Field
Danielle Hanson
Like André Derain
modern art reminds me of poetry.
both can be overt or clandestine—possessing a fantasy of untold connotations (depending on who’s paying attention)
in poetry, as in an abstract painting (or online dating I suppose), assuredly beauty is in the eye of the audience.
my mother encourages me that I am the Matisse of my generation of poets, ushering in a literary Fauvism—she implores me to imagine, create, and write with every discretionary moment.
my dad’s watching Cops and chimes in that my poetry is just like modern art...
most of it sucks.