fall 2018
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Return to Home PagePoetic Outcrops poetic extracts: study #8 Sean Howard
Friendly Nuts
Carl Joesf Homolka
forbidden music
we should probably
Conor Barnes
Under the Arbor
Heather Bourbeau
Tulips for Barbara
Ann E. Michael
Ganapati Brume Yuugen Gulf Adam Day
George Bowering: Scatter-Gun
Ken Cathers: the sum
Craig Dworkin: The Déjà Vu of Déjà Dit
Stephen Bett
Re: Wards of the Crown
Jeremy Luke Hill
Ode to the Cockroach my tiny minnow Cara Waterfall
Victims of Captology
Kyla Jamieson
Marketplace
Road Trip, 1985
Christopher Evans
The First Treatise
The Second Treatise
The Third Treatise
Yara Farran
Phantom
Courses
Steven Ray Smith
For Murphy Glow Stick Fingers Jade Riordan
If You See Something, Say Something
James Cagney
Road Trip, 1985
Mom, of course I’m not popular
in my homemade jeans—appliques
on ass pockets are always going to land
me in the outfield. So, please, let’s pack
ourselves into the wood-panelled wagon
and tour the western quarter, drive
to your brother’s wedding and enjoy
the last moments of his faking straight,
anything to disrupt the summer. The jeans
don’t even have rivets.
Dad, it’s hot in these boxy states,
days filled with desiccated felt-tip
pens and dead pronghorns out a window
that only rolls down halfway. I long
to be a sandal lost in a manmade
duckpond in Boise, a bison comatose
on the cusp of Yellowstone’s
sulphurous caldron, a tread fragment
supine on the median, anything
but a doughy kid in glasses.
God, you should’ve locked the car,
should have known that the pristine
long-sleevery of Salt Lake City
is a front, that lunching in the park
of a Latter-Day church is not protection
enough to keep our suitcases out
of someone else’s hand, that re-winding
the cassette of J. Geils Band’s “Freeze Frame”
will not stem the flow of time or bring
my retainer back to bridge the gap.