Category: Poetry

Calle Regina

Stephen Brown To view a .PDF version of this poem, click here.  Stephen Brown was born in 1976.  He attended the University of Waterloo in Ontario and Athabasca University in Western Canada....

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LINDEN HALL

G.C. Waldrep   cathode lift:   flock or arrow’s fletch:   matutinal: in gothic sprawl: ablation murmurs: notched, the heart opposes:   image: unction:   Zeno’s proctored ogive:  ...

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SHIKELLAMY HILL

G.C. Waldrep   if not, less expert:     elm-riven: light floods iteration’s domicile:   how would you describe:  as paraph,    signature: strapped to winter’s gurney, its compound...

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Arg*OS

Joe Pan   Odysseus Teaches One of His New Dogs to Say ‘I Love You’   Arrrr! O, arrrr! O, raw scar! How you ore our iron ire, ogre of Troy. Ere your errors, our ears were ewes wanting of...

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Villagers Chop Them in Half, Thinking They Are Snakes

Annie Christain Winner, Greg Grummer Poetry Award   "Come not between the Dragon and his wrath..." King Lear. Act I, Sc 2 "He thought the Beatles were witches flying on broomsticks from hell." –...

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SLIP

Sarah Cook   music is just miles but longer the motion of a hand & another hand on a train the body constantly simulates theft the sound of which extends this plane beyond grip...

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Squalls

Maggie Millner  Second Prize Winner, Greg Grummer Poetry Award   During the storm, the culverts we crawl into are the size of silos. The ropeswing is hanging off the willow in the wind. It...

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Plaza San Juan

Stephen Brown To view a .PDF version of this poem, click here. Stephen Brown was born in 1976.  He attended the University of Waterloo in Ontario and Athabasca University in Western Canada.  His...

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La Vie En Rose As Film Noir

Karen An-Hwei Lee for Edith Piaf Je vois la vie en rose    Little sparrow I see morpheus blooms               A girl dead of meningitis     Des mots de tous les jours grand-mère’s ill...

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THE BEAST OF THE SEA

When I realized that I was no longer weighing down the boat. That someone had built a throne for me out of coral and abalone. That the walls were dissolving, like a final joy suppressed forever: ...

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