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.

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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 […]