Poetry

Tarantino Fever by Eileen Murphy

It's midnight and the only two people
in the green house are watching
Tarantino films, the blood on the screen
screaming "Get down!"
The house shakes its roof
doubtfully because the couple
should go to sleep instead of arguing
about who's the best director,
and is Tarantino cool or only a wannabe,
and is the dialogue brutal or brilliant,
and does he hate [...]

Under the Moon Light by Gary Metras

That scoundrel, man—he gets used to everything.
                                                   Fyodor Dostoevsky
 

Maybe the moon is full and bright
and earth reveals bones,
shallow graves in a shallow war.
Maybe the moon’s light plays
with the meek fire of men cramped
beneath a bridge in Ohio
as they watch gray chunks of ice
float down the river. Will the sky
smile when one slips [...]

Dead for Decades by Steve Brightman

This morning
I read Auden
and his account of
Icarus plunging into
the apathetic sea,
while I sat in
a rocking chair
sipping coffee
cooled by milk
that was nearing
its expiration date.
 
Auden has been
dead for decades
and the sea remains
unimpressed
by us all.
 

Steve Brightman lives in Kent, OH, [...]

Deciduous by Kasandra Larsen

Falling off at maturity
                                    falling out as soft baby teeth
 

  brown needles
    bicuspids
      brazen
 

            Antlers with their velvet loosened.
 

Abscission sounds just like the thief
                                                            nature made it, takes advantage
   of winter
     drought
       the sixth birthday.
 

            Pairs with gravity.  Steals away.

Kasandra Larsen's STELLAR TELEGRAM won the 2009 Sheltering Pines Press Chapbook Competition and is forthcoming [...]

Alone by Kate McNairy.

Swim
Lonely one,
            Curley head  sinks rises up for air,
            water separates limbs,
                        Arm over arm I swim. I need
 

The
Pills, have to
            be exact (the terrifying cost).
             I am a chemical
                        cocktail, have no idea I am,
But 
Monday morns
            I line up the bottles, four to make
            well, three for side effects.
                        [...]