poetry

POEM: summer squash and ginger

From Buddha In The Modern World (Ongoing Photo Essay) summer squash and ginger on the cushion noticing the breath waiting for the same bubble to rise to the surface of the still water it breaks open scenting the air with summer squash and ginger sends ripples across the pond it comes as sure as moonrise […]

Jason Crane

POEM: fatherhood

fatherhood the phone just isn’t enough too many frequencies are lost between the vocal chords and the inner ear cast by satellites and towers into the atmosphere or outer space bloodless plastic against the ear is no substitute for a small warm palm wrapped up in my fingers or a kamikaze jump with a feral […]

Writing Workshop

Poem A Day – Jacqueline Kirkpatrick – Divorcing My Father, at 8

Divorcing My Father, at 8 on the George Washington Bridge at rush hour you handed me a manila folder then returned to putting your lipstick on my last name was written first in black VS and your last name in red as we approached the bumper of a yellow cab dirty with dents and scratches …

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Avery

Poem A Day – Avery – WASABI!!! An ode to a finely ground root

WASABI!!! An ode to a finely ground root my chopstick slices down through the perfectly squeezed flower of electric lime green goo severing just enough of that finely ground root to completely coat the surface of my avocado sushi roll. with heightened anticipation I pop the morsel wholly into my mouth and await the burning …

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Lorine Niedecker

POEM: for Lorine Niedecker

for Lorine Niedecker I imagine you at a card table on a screened-in porch vinyl tablecloth with a bright flower pattern glowing in the afternoon light of a Wisconsin spring you’re holding a sheaf of carefully typed poems harvested from years of unvoiced imaginings your hands shake slightly second ring catching the light in front […]

POEM: Naruto Ramen, Brooklyn

Naruto Ramen, Brooklyn where the cooks speak a mixture of Japanese and Spanish “Irashaimase!” they call as people come in off 5th Ave hang their coats and backpacks on the wall hooks those who know sit at the bar because the bar is a sacred place where devotion is paid to the sprout, the noodle, […]