where is the river :: a poetry experiment

Jade Wallace :: Four poems Kevin John O'Neill :: Two poems Sheila E. Murphy :: Four poems Nathan Anderson :: Three poems David Capps :: Five poems

  Absolution He starts every email, every conversation, every speech with an apology. It is as though he's granting absolution to himself for having stated it. For he is not requesting understanding. He is stating that he has made you second class and may mildly regret what he has done but feel no remorse. He may know how little room he had to change what is around him. He may also be aware of his disinclination to fight for something outside of himself. His voice sounds inconsequential and depleted of authority.      Walk the Sweet Walk   Walk the sweet walk  after conversation dry the hands as midnight cools the premises we lark the brook light   and the summer senators go lithe to reason pictures losing frames we lie awake recalling how a puzzle piece once missed   adjusts the landscape to mean nothing flows again and all the water heard required a little wind   a breath at least to move attentio...

Faizal Deen :: from He Ancestral, a novel-in-verse Jake Syersak :: from These Ghosts / This Compost: An Aubadeclogue Sheila E. Murphy :: Four poems Daniel Pravda :: Two poems Julia Polyck-O'Neill :: Four poems Sean Braune :: Four poems

A New Routine Resume vivace. Find the cup To ripen space. Alleviate, Revive. Untie the stitched Warped to weakness.   Maybe anybody busy Hurtling toward the unplanned Finish line evaporates intact. Who knows who cares?   Dominoes reputed to effect Downturn may be rumors Only skittled in a curve Not named. Apply your name?   How do you want to be Recalled, if at all? For slumber, or no waves, For thick vast summer sprawl?       Naivete   All of a sudden destination’s lost to destiny. What lived within a frame has fallen from the hasps perhaps imagined. He introduces a new name, the locus of adventure. Who is she what has she done why does she live? He has a story not yet made. I hear it for the first time if he speaks. An attractive nuisance shapes itself in view. There is nothing more to do but linger and admit the loss. His thought dialing new number after number. Stretch not to reach, just stre...