SYNOPSIS Hummingbird Girl is a poet going through the process of electroconvulsive therapy. Though the process is standard and she is merely surrounded by doctors and nurses, Hummingbird Girl is plagued by images… Continue reading
My love for this language Is custom-made Stockholm Syndrome >A feral flying swan Its neck into the future Its feet into the past (I love and bleed. Is that not how it is… Continue reading
It was a night like any of a thousand I had spent precisely the same way in the same place, silently, mindlessly, waiting, heedless of anything but quiet, patient hunger. I was perched… Continue reading
I didn’t know until I saw them live, in situ, that the greatest Waterlilies were not flat, rectangular paintings but huge curved panels muraling a series of oval rooms. You go to the… Continue reading
This comic is part of an ongoing mash-up experiment. In this project, I’ve used Winsor McKay’s hundred-year-old comic strip “Dream of the Rarebit Fiend” as a given form and placed it in conversation… Continue reading
Discussing Escher’s “Puddle” with my Father That your mind weren’t made of time and water, father. A puddle in tire tracks, a reflection of shagged larches, wet boot prints in the muck. It… Continue reading
Click images to enlarge. *** Susan Yount is the Editor and Publisher of Arsenic Lobster; works fulltime at the Associated Press; teaches online poetry workshops at the Rooster Moans and is the… Continue reading
Source material: Bohemian Paris: Picasso, Modigliani, Matisse, and the Birth of Modern Art by Dan Franck (Grove Press, 2003). M__TM___RE (186) with his long to hum and one. He would finish with a… Continue reading
Filipino Arroz Caldo is a rice porridge dish comprised of chicken, fish sauce, garlic, and ginger, occasionally garnished with scallions. Thicker than chicken noodle soup, thinner than rice congee, its ubiquity in the… Continue reading
Studio Visit: New Work Ann Worthing If you hold earth in your hands— a clod of dirt from where you dug in the garden—it will crumble to dust. Light scatters in the late… Continue reading
HUNTSVILLE, TX – June 23, 1989 “The condemned’s last meal consisted of, clockwise from top, chili, hash brown potatoes, coffee with nondairy creamer, ‘carne adovado,’ two eggs (over easy), and a flour ‘tortilla.’… Continue reading
The following poems are from a manuscript titled Rock Leaf River. They focus on the photographs of Andy Goldsworthy. Water and Leaves Sometimes it’s about the floating and not being carried off. How… Continue reading
it looks like winter out the roofs are covered over with broad sheets of snow an overcast sky is half day- light and half still night a loft of pigeons circles… Continue reading
No surprise this beds with Byron and Baudelaire. Egotism cast from shallow vision, incapable of beautiful forms. He’s having them killed. Women lay bare, exposed, a plaster of curves, of expiration. Sinews… Continue reading
*** *** Melissa Gordon received her MFA from Western Connecticut State University. She is an Advisory Board member for the journal, Poor Yorick. Her poetry has been published in DMQ Review, Mom Egg… Continue reading
the making of STICK FURNITURE from colleen carias on Vimeo. *** A Santa Fe-based poet and filmmaker, Colleen Carias’ recent poems appear in Harpur Palate, Kenning Journal, and Blast Furnace Press. Her poetry… Continue reading
19th-century glass filters pie slice of light between undrawn curtains – Shaker lemon – served up only on winter afternoons just before sun slips from sight. Monochrome stained glass warms my wall, late… Continue reading
“I’ve always wanted antlers” Now why would you say that daughter? When you’re older, you’ll think again. “I’ve always wanted antlers” you exclaim, Loping outside like a degenerate spirit. Long superb antlers… Continue reading
ARTIST STATEMENT The creation of these small works on paper happens during my frequent travels. The diminutive format, 10×15 cm, lends itself well to international flights and constant moving around. The materials I… Continue reading
maybe and again within sound the soundless, without sound a darkening cacophony of need blots sky, blue thick with black of crow & the din of caws, black hinges pivoting in an air… Continue reading
Editor’s Note This diary was found among the notebooks of Lee Revzin, a poet. They are published without alteration. We have reason to believe Lee Revzin is a nom de plume. These pages… Continue reading
Resume of my Failures Address: top floor of a brownstone containing a kitchen ceiling about to collapse, a hole in the closet leading to rotting rafters, permeated with cat urine from a… Continue reading