Poetry

The Promenade, Marc Chagall, 1918.

By Wyatt Hong | Mar 12th, 2010 | Category: Poetry

He watched her grow
smaller, a lost
balloon. He had heard
that when balloons fall
upon the ocean, whales
eat them and die.
He imagined ripples
breaking upon the water
like fireworks.
He watched her until
she disappeared,
and wondered whether
there were enough whales
to save all the balloons
that he had lost.



By Zelda

By Leigh Lucas | Dec 28th, 2009 | Category: Poetry

I. Tales of the Jazz Age
Tonight the ambassador will have us for drinks.
Tomorrow, that lady we’ve never met,
will say, “Oh you wouldn’t believe what dear Zelda said–
The funniest joke about an auto mechanic and the Prince of Wales…”
My collarbones pose like the jaw of a bluefish and that sweet way
I touch your arm when you [...]



An American Nature Poem

By Leigh Lucas | Dec 28th, 2009 | Category: Poetry

Come on, its just your opinion
the TV disagrees with—do you know how
human beings disappear? I hear
silence in the pause of a trash truck
backing up, when the hairdryer’s blown a fuse.
This program may contain some violent content.
Natural mango body butter–
it’s new, I just picked it up from the store.
Lean in closer, you’re my brother
so I want [...]



Loopy

By Austen Rosenfeld | Dec 28th, 2009 | Category: Poetry

When I went to Iceland
my family said
I wouldn’t know what to do
with my luggage.
Their worries were
like wishes.
Did you know 70 percent of Icelanders
believe in Huldovolk? Now I believe
the reason I go
is to come back home.
There’s only one road in Iceland,
a loop.
Loopy became a word we used
to make time stop.
But in Iceland I climbed
to the top [...]