Tag: poetry

for my lover, she is fair: a Sappho tribute

We present to you our first special issue, a tribute to the poetess Sappho. This issue features original work by Nina Sudhakar, Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Emily Blair, Francesca Kritikos, Lydia Eileen, Beate Sigriddaughter, Stephanie L. Harper, Margaryta Golovchenko, R. Bratten Weiss, M.A. Scott, Freya Whiteside, Kayla King, Jayne Fenton Keane, Susanna Lang, Emily Stoddard, DeanJean, C.A. Scheherazade. All photography by Natalia Drepina. Download PDF Purchase Print

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Issue Five July 2017

Table of Contents Connolly Ryan — “The Concerns That Concern You” Patrick Bower — “Tidal Pool” Jalayna Walton — “Sabbatical” Finn Padden — “Seadew” Ron Singer — “An Afternoon in Central Park’s North End” Nicole Marie Mancuso — “Bloom” A.M. Oron — “Happiness for the Hedon”, “Calamity Jane and Mary” John Grey — “At Jeremy’s Wake” Fariel Shafee — “Rooted”, “Contemplation” Sherry Luo — “Chiaroscuro”, “Mel”, “I, Night”, “Glass Tumulus”, “Drifter” Tom Gumbert — “The Filler: A Senectitude Story” Russ Khomutoff — “Materiality and Time”, “The Tarnished Mirror” Yasmeen Tajiddin — “The Forest at Dusk” Bruce McRae — “The Self” Alex Topalis — “Throve” Kelly Neal — “hubris babble” with art by Donna Neal Donna Neal —…

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“The Concerns That Concern You” by Connolly Ryan

The Concerns That Concern You It is probably a good idea to map out all the shady areas as well as the radiant ones if you are serious about love. For these are the concerns that concern you or that can corner you if you are too or not careful enough. Mason jars wobble and clack in the larder of your warm home, filled with hyena-urine of some other endangered elixir. The whitening of the sky and the tightening in your throat are definitely corollaries though it is not clear as to how. A well-placed psychologically incendiary parcel can induce…

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“Tidal Pool” by Patrick Bower

Tidal Pool after “Grave” by Marianne Moore Man, looking out the window at the parking slab poured into the gap between brownstones, over what’s left of an old home, a gray swell cresting over maple tree roots, you cannot stand in the middle of this place, where asphalt like a sucking rip tide never stops retreating over the foundation’s outline, exposing sand crabs in the surf, a tidal pool of Greek revival ornaments, where now a floodlight blinks on      on as night         begins again.   Patrick Bower lives in New York City, where he…

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“Sabbatical” by Jalayna Walton

Sabbatical Keep doing the same things thinking something will change keep doing the work dumping out expectations that never rise full and hot keep rubbing oil where it hurts keep drinking vinegar waiting to be cleansed Stop no more allowing live things down there start living from somewhere else. Jalayna Walton has a BA in Literature from Augustana College in Rock Island, IL. She was the winner of the 2014 Eddy Mabry Diversity Award for her essay “God is Not a White Man”. She currently serves as a Community Engagement Specialist (Americorp) for Habitat for Humanity-SKC. She hails from Ferguson,…

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“Seadew” by Finn Padden

Seadew When you hear that voice you should tell yourself it’s an angel talking, because if you want so badly to heed its advice then divinity matters less than your desire to take what is being offered. Go. Hit the road in a stolen car. Ask your cut brakes to lead you not into the temptation of wedding invites and baby photos. Pray to this brick you placed on the rightmost pedal, that it will deliver you from hesitation and from the nothing you’re leaving in the rear-view mirror you so desperately try to prevent your eyes from wandering towards.…

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“Bloom” by Nicole Marie Mancuso

Bloom you have sadness living in places sadness shouldn’t live rupi kaur   you are twenty-eight and slack-mouthed. your hair grays like storm clouds rolling in slow, sudden and everything is beaten into shadow. you flail like a flower in early spring that reaches for warmth and there is sadness living in the two fine lines between your eyebrows. your father placed it there when you flailed like an entire field of lilacs, passionately and with meaning and he didn’t even look at you. you, with so much passion, too much for him to hold in his hardened hands like…

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“Happiness for the Hedon” and “Calamity Jane and Mary” by A.M. Oron

Happiness for the Hedon   Evening in the Valley the stillness invites imagination and whimsy everything is in balance ever changing ever flowing a constant desire moving toward equilibrium consuming and sloughing the fantastic energies of always cosmic harmony utopia and cataclysm concurrently I sat a light by the doorway and floated away with her all night from the back stair I watched the darkness the smoke tumbled away as I stared my head swam I began to feel myself pouring out into ethereality anchors weighed tethers loosed I felt as though I were an instant and I am my…

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“At Jeremy’s Wake” by John Grey

At Jeremy’s Wake   There’s weeping all around. Hearts are heavy as skyscraper cornerstones. No sniggers. No “got what he deserved.” Everyone’s lined up as sorrow demands. And there’s not one among them prepared to criticize your lifestyle. It’s not that they’ve come to an understanding. But there was something about you lying in the coffin, in that good blue suit, with your hands folded on your chest. You could have been any young man at that age. For didn’t you learn how to crawl and walk like other babies did. And attend school all the way through college. The…

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“Chiaroscuro”, “Mel”, “I, Night”, “Glass Tumulus”, “Drifter” by Sherry Luo

Chiaroscuro   and my calico body, the purple vellum of night presses up against me like hot loaves of bread against an ailing,        living thing already lying on my catafalque. Where wolves are born with the feet of crows, the sickle moon smiles down on me, drooling white             gouache onto my hatched and stippled sublunary face soot       rolling in the In the dark, I return to the safety of the tenebrous womb, where I drink in the umber consommé that surrounds me, so vast I can reach forever and…

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