fine poetry to turn your world around
Garbage by Joanne Durham Creepy old guy’s digging through the garbage at 6:00 am— Bill complains on the locals’ page. Neighbors suggest he’s an artist, gathering tin to shape into tourist treasures, replace creepy with harmless, quiet, down on luck, vow to leave sorted cans along his route, even say his name. Bill retorts SO […]
Metaphor Of A Muse by Kenton K. Yee The counterfeit is conceived on 14 point stock, sold, bought, received in a plain envelope, entered, dated, signed in Bic blue. How its front is flashed to prove. Truth be told, beauty isn’t proof. Still, the card almost achieves lamination of truth sequencing words like these in […]
Numerology by Annamaria Formichella The word “quarantine” comes from Italian, quaranta giorni— forty days or the length of time a ship was held in isolation when suspected of carrying the plague. First spoken in fourteenth-century Venice and revisited six hundred plus years later. In 2020 quarantine and lent are coterminous, contemp- oraneous, collapsing and conflated. […]
Reverse Ghazal by Alison Stone (for B.) Secrets that lips hold back, the body shows. Be gone, Sun. In moonlight, the body glows. Rittenhouse sobs he shot in self-defense. Entry wound in the back, the body knows otherwise. The heart houses love, pumps blood. Is illness chance or debt the body owes? Top model insists […]
