Category: Issue Four April 2017

Issue Four April 2017

Table of Contents Logan February — “Self-Portrait As A Child Who Isn’t Yours,” “Months Spent In A Mirror” Stephanie Williams — untitled poem Birger Bosbach — “This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about” Julian Connors — untitled poem Katrina Majkut — “Furnace Creek, Zabriskie Point, Death Valley,” “Continental Divide,” and “Bryce Canyon” Michael Neal Morris — “kenosis”, “Between” Linda M. Crate — “broken winged butterflies” Joel Dietz — “Towards/Away”, “Jerusalem I” d.v.l. — “girls as idols”, “self as wolf” Susannah Jordan — “Arteries”, “Cloaked” Marianne Szlyk — “Before the Last Days”, “Under the Sign of Ash” Anna Kennedy — “gnomon”, “siege” Stanley Winn — “pre-war, with balcony”, “Shabbona,…

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“Self-Portrait As A Child Who Isn’t Yours”, “Months Spent In A Mirror” by Logan February

Self-Portrait As A Child Who Isn’t Yours In a dream I am eight days old and my mother has not tasted salt since I was born. There is a custom of looking at the house before giving a name to the child. My father is a rooted man, my mother, made of water; my siblings little mud huts looking at a baby they do not yet know is an outsider. They pin a word to my body that translates into this is what God wanted to happen and they are wrong in a way that is tragic. I am the…

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untitled poem by Stephanie Williams

untitled you wrap your tangerine mouth around me like a wicked torch – screeching named this unreality, that threatens, fiercely by the hour anticlimactic shrouds brood thin slang as though they feel each tender slit, famished, prepared; wordless stillbirths that exist merely to tease me, all in pain her Underworld once soothed this artful blood of mine slacken tears that fall, whilst we breed order, more than a song or plastic charade candles leave their incense, chanting, by this morbid sting of mine, while you gaze with naught but pure longing into me, a flawed performer favorable legions cleanse me…

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“This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about” by Birger Bosbach

This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about they played a song about the end of dramamine was it was it now they said it scared them, the end it wasn’t dramamine was it they laughed a bit, about what i had the ending of dramamine scares me i’d like to find a word for how i’m feeling just to start working on a meaning those weren’t my word i just dimly remember them i stared through the stupidly curved glass into the dessert you drove us to that place you found that place where we…

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untitled poem by Julian Connors

untitled skeletal trees tapping on my window panes like the fingers of a desperate priest, the sky behind them is unnervingly quiet, it looks as if it holds the deaf gods of the 21st century, a milky grey-white shade smoothed over by the entrance of winter and the sudden death of fall, //the killing: two brothers, fall and winter, drunk with no inhibitions, what began as a playful fight turned malicious, a body fell, head hit the glass table and like my crystal eye, his skull and consciousness shattered. thus comes the winter outside my window I feel like these…

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“Furnace Creek, Zabriskie Point, Death Valley,” “Continental Divide,” and “Bryce Canyon” by Katrina Majkut

Furnace Creek, Zabriskie Point, Death Valley Continental Divide Bryce Canyon Katrina Majkut (My’kut) is a visual artist and writer living in Brooklyn, New York. She is dedicated to understanding and exploring feminine narratives and civil rights in aesthetics and social practices within mediums such as embroidery, painting and writing. She recently exhibited at Babson College, the Mint Museum, N.C. and was an Artist in Residence at MASS MoCA. In the spring of 2018, her work will be shown at CUNY: College of Staten Island exhibit, Don’t Touch My Papaya. Majkut was featured in VICE Communication’s Broadly, listed as one of…

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“kenosis”, “Between” by Michael Neal Morris

kenosis 1. late before the sun over cast iron reflections oh God i can’t intellectualize you but breath (so shallow now mine) seems two grasps beyond unpink lungs   2. asbestos colored salmon              clouds electric morning begins powered by white mice   3. taillights leave trails red fading swishes like lipstick on a muffler   4. dull cursing cataract   5. remember when you saved lake walking peter now about those of us who got tossed in   6. now mutes & atheists speaking in tongues   7. eraser scuffed sky horns lullaby the…

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“broken winged butterflies” by Linda M. Crate

broken winged butterflies the little butterfly tries to escape with his broken wing, and i pity him; so i help him over to a flower and make sure no birds are watching— the field of corn grows ever higher like my dreams towards the sun, and no one believes in me in this moment other than myself; i have nothing to prove but i want to make them all eat crow— the crows always ‘caw’ at me, but they never hurt me perhaps they relate to my cynicism or sarcasm or how i try to be kind to others but…

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“Towards/Away”, “Jerusalem I” by Joel Dietz

Towards/Away Towards : Intense and radical commitment to truth-telling and truth tellers Away : Exaggeration, marketing speak, ill-considered words Towards : Commitment to engagements that are based on energetic reciprocity. Away : Vampirism or extractive mindsets. Towards : Radical honesty and reciprocity between sexes Away : Inherited templates or “battle” mentality Towards : Beautiful objects with elegance and fine craftsmanship Away : Fake things, things made to break, stuff with shiny exterior but no substance. Towards : Exaltation of the human form in its highest manifestation, c.f. Michelangelo Away : clothes, trappings, weight, tension, knots. Towards : Abundant systems integrated…

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“girls as idols”, “self as wolf” by d.v.l.

girls as idols holy holy holy and the lord’s name is again taken in vain bitten out into cold frost air / the daughters of the sons of god sneak out of their houses to play hide-and-seek / with their tongues in each other’s mouths. holy holy holy and they climb the tree of life / to shotgun smoke at the tip-top / where they have the best view of the stars (lord our god, ruler of the universe, tell me, why do i fear the thunder?) holy holy holy and the girl is god now / her blessed mouth…

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