Monthly Archives: December 2016

Ars Poetica

Barred and beating, the sharp fingers cut      the air raise scattered quills Conjuring trick.   Reptile. Fallen angel. Griffon from the pages of an illuminated bestiary. like gold falling through water.   A broken marionette of light-splashed feathers. Like a turkey only turned right-way-up. An aviary. Then it was a box. Now miles of […]

from “Women and Ghosts”

Artist’s Statement These poems are from a larger collection, Women and Ghosts, which I conceived of as a book-length sequence on Shakespeare’s tragic women. In many of Shakespeare’s plays, violence against female characters is buried in other plot elements. These erasures are my attempt to excavate, and in doing so, redirect the focus of scholarly […]

In Sunlight’s White

The Chicago morning, humdrum like most other the air beginning to thicken this humid afternoon.   White sunlight— summer            sunset            someone is playing.   We live in a box. Years happen                       elsewhere. Some spread out wide near the surface some sink.   I have to learn the simplest things last. Poor […]

Introduction: What the Blues Is

The blues is where it’s at. The blues is a big house. Blues players will often tell you the blues is about life—the good parts and the bad parts. The blues is about overcoming hard luck, ridding yourself of frustration, letting your hair down. Blues is easy to play, but hard to feel. The blues […]

Once / the Harvest Died

The Poems and Plays of Alfred Lord Tennyson (New York: The Modern Library, 1938) Jennifer Moore is the author of The Veronica Maneuver (The University of Akron Press), and What the Spigot Said (High5 Press). Poems have appeared in American Letters & Commentary, Best New Poets, B O D Y, Barrow Street, and elsewhere, and […]

The Brooks Gryphon

In little jars and cabinets of my will I let myself believe that love was good. I held my honey and I stored my bread.   A grizzly shook his head from side to side. He ambled slowly, sniffed the stuff inside my little jars, the cabinets of my will.   He wasn’t hungry, but […]

Roethke’s Fur-Bearing Trout

I thought the west wind called me from my bed. I woke to sleep, and took my waking slow the night the river ran so hard. I followed, felt my fate in what I cannot fear.   I woke to sleep, and took my waking slow across the moonlit lawns, across the road. I felt […]

Presence II

Cather, Willa. Death Comes for the Archbishop. Cara Rodriguez is an English Instructor and poet from Casper, WY.

Untitled

Tolstoy, Leo. Anna Karenina. Translated by Constance Garnett. 2000 Modern Library Paperback Edition. Random House, New York. Joanna Thomas, Ellensburg, WA, is a writer and visual artist living on the wrong side of the railroad tracks that run through a small university town. Her work is influenced by Joseph Cornell, Kurt Schwitters, Charles Baudelaire, and […]

So Much Depends Upon Online Dating (Excerpts)

Internet Date, No Show   In the rain, the lonesome In the rose garden in the park     Short Internet Date   I make really very little money I must tell you     Internet S.T.D.ate   Love’s very fleas Love’s very fleas are mine. Enter     Winternet Date   Now that I […]

Defiled Waters

In a field adjacent to the vineyard of the Lord, only weeds keep growing; water is a sympathetic institution— a dignified campaign. It’s one breath, it’s the same breath. It’s the hush morning’s cold, gray sack. The American Poetry Review (March 1, 2012). Jamin Waite, Lexington, KY, is a senior in the Literary Arts program […]

Passenger Pigeon

the butterfly’s face (or whatever the hell it’s supposed to be) and aluminum wings glide past like ducks in migration. I’m a volunteer with this passenger pigeon. The American Poetry Review (March 1, 2012). Jamin Waite, Lexington, KY, is a senior in the Literary Arts program at Lafayette High School-School of the Creative and Performing […]

Shame

Perrottet, Tony. “The Cave Dwellers.”Smithsonian Magazine. Ariana Yeatts-Lonske is a senior at Vanderbilt University studying English with minors in Psychology and Music. While living and studying in Nashville, she serves as the executive poetry editor of The Vanderbilt Review and associate poetry editor of The Nashville Review. Her poems have been recognized by The Vanderbilt […]

Gaia’s Letter to an Artist

Jenkins, Sally. “The Mouth that Roared.” Smithsonian Magazine. Ariana Yeatts-Lonske is a senior at Vanderbilt University studying English with minors in Psychology and Music. While living and studying in Nashville, she serves as the executive poetry editor of The Vanderbilt Review and associate poetry editor of The Nashville Review. Her poems have been recognized by […]

Important to What We’re Talking About

No, love. Not chin—      Part of your leg. This part   I think it has to do with blood. Maybe   relevant? Because in French blood is sang.         A kind of song.   When someone gives you something you feel you need to give them something in return.     A short […]

Presence I

Phillips, Ethel Calvert. Belinda and the Singing Clock.. Cara Rodriguez is an English Instructor and poet from Casper, WY.

Gantry

Unable to bear his own weight, he relied on pneumatics to stay upright.

Date Night

I. Preparation   Applies foundation. Conceals a jersey hybrid german butterball.   Polishes the holy mole. Her lovely red bases.   Separates. Lifts long lashes. Cobras in ornamental fiesta   for a casual date a parade.     II. Her   Miracle of the face. Translucent, loose. Red veined. Coral bells melting fire.   Laugh […]

Jazzed

A tablespoon of golden, boiling smoke blows across the tripping racket of a clock. It’s like a tap-dance of dynamite, the darkness ticking, saying, “you,” “you,” “you,” saying yes.   Now the ears of your ears awake and begin a joyous barking, begin to the roar of morning traffic. It’s nine o’clock in the morning, […]