where is the river :: a poetry experiment

Kelly Egan :: Four poems Amy Poague :: Four poems Kim Fahner :: Three poems Mike Ferguson :: Four poems Lily Rose Kosmicki :: Four poems from The Fairly Ridged Sharp Protuberance from a Living Thing

Boyle’s Law Never understanding the idealism of it. This internal combustion engine was a simple process to learn and remember, but it was my illustrations that earned praise. Doppler too, and over the years you could hear it approaching before becoming a poem. Inversely, the proportion of engagement waned when it was no longer compulsory. There is a science of education which is based quite simply on kindness. Copious amounts of copying. Extrapolating how, with that kind of engagement, I should have achieved so much more than a Grade 4. What would Hirsch make of this lack of deep knowledge? Though the logic is smaller is greater. Remembering is an expansion across time. Gunpowder Gunnery and blasting and plots. Black powder. Hidden in sheds, unless. Accident propelled from the elixir of life. And birth of Irony. Prime of Pacific willow. Peppered and saltpetre follow-on. This and alcohol to shape a world. There are easy methods for creation, like chopping down burnt trees on b...

Allison Chisholm :: Four poems Janelle Cordero :: Four poems Ian Martin :: Five poems Hugh Behm-Steinberg :: From an end is the towards to Elizabeth Robinson :: Six poems Randy Prunty :: Two poems Mike Ferguson :: Three poems

Snowmelt Colours As the white clump falls off, camellias uncoil up in a spring of pink waking. The roof lets ice find cracks in this ceiling, drips down the wall melted and pissing itself into an orange bucket. It’s dirt, dusty soil turned mud slide as mountains let go, rivers overflow, and shitdark – obviously – even where blood is. On her topiary bush the eight inches of thawing V are now pierced with its greenery. Fuliginous in its leaving, all other colours blur to grey cascades. Snowmelt M470-1 sings a brighter shade of blue-pastel pale. Like foshadie from the rote of a child’s prayer, onlyapoor is a confusion of colour ontothewalls from ingress. Aristotle could have noted when the watermelon snow dissolves there are no pips. Types of Identity A birth certificate trumps Descartes every time, though extrapolating would make DT non-existent. the refuser who sucks a thumb the drifter who is lethargic about charisma the s...