Issue 22 Poetry
Wish You Were Here You Are
by Rachel Zucker
time isn’t the same for everyone there is
science behind this when you fly into space
you’re not experiencing time at the same rate
as someone tethered to Earth & someone
moving quickly experiences time at a slower rate
even on Earth so as I run through Central Park
two poems from HOUSKEEPING
by Ashley Toliver
Under implied direction the lace steps to honeycomb, turns pictures. From a long-legged
point of view, the line finds an edge to root against. I haven’t left the house in fifteen
days and still like a surface decoration poised in front of the window I stand for
Rabbit is Knighted
by Farren Stanley and Jessalyn Wakefield
The syphilitic queen and her hunchbacked litter
Rabbit in a Recession
by Farren Stanley and Jessalyn Wakefield
It is for the lilies. It is stalked and purple as a promise of its recidivism
The rest is a cavity flushed.
Polite, Troubled Lives
by George Kalamaras
The way a stand of sycamores bends with my most secret thought.
It is not enough to go for help, across the field, among the snowberries of August.
Someone threw a lantern at a tree.
The simultaneous lightning strike was not coincidental.
Yearning for the Sake of It
by John Fenlon Hogan
What is it that embalms the chambers of my Diasporic heart?
It is our custom here to arrange deities like fruits
on the kitchen table. A mortician’s habits and homework,
Courtney Love is Gonna Jump
by Fatima R. Espiritu
after video comments online: march, april
USER 1: Strange, if I saw someone that was about to jump, and I couldn't stop it, I’d stay and watch
Confections
by Mariya Deykute
Some things start
in the dark—sea
urchins, though
inside they are
Poupée
by Gillian Cummings
The way a stand of sycamores bends with my most secret thought.
It is not enough to go for help, across the field, among the snowberries of August.
Someone threw a lantern at a tree.
The simultaneous lightning strike was not coincidental.
Electronics Store
by Ryan Bender-Murphy
Snow coats the field of computers.
Workers fold trees out of storage bunkers, creeping
along the most traveled customer routes.
