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new work from the Winter 2013 issue: a poem from Leslie Anne McIlroy

17 Jan

THE WAY OUT

I want to write to everyone I know and ask

about the man — about the man, the swing,

an empty house and a smokestack, the smell

of mildew, oil, wood, sweat. You see,

he left me nothing. I remember nothing,

as if there’s nothing to remember. Except

in my dreams there is a man and a swing,

an empty house and a smokestack. You see?

There is his back and once, in a dream,

he turned and my daughter was behind him.

I woke shaking. Me, but not my daughter.

You understand, not my daughter. You see

I will kill him if he touches her. It is

the only thing I know for sure. It is

the smoke, the swing, the house. It is

oil/wood/mildew. It is the stench. You see?

It is the mother who should have been there,

the father who shouldn’t have left. The lover

holding my shaking hands. It is the man’s back,

his face I can’t see. It is the window. It is the door.

new work from the Winter 2013 issue: Linda Lee Harper, The Myth of Myth

9 Jan

The Myth of Myth

The walls are flooded with flowers.
Outside, the garden is vertical with leaves.
Where the reputed muses dance,
all the grass is beaten down by their
delicate bare feet as they gambol.
The next morning there are empty flagons
where full ones sat the night before.
An amphora once brimming with wine
sits against memory like a drunken aunt,
her curves wider in the morning light.
On the inside of your left arm, you find
teeth prints purpling and irregular.
Your breasts feel heavy, like wine skins
before the revelry, your mouth, sore
and split as a pomegranate spilling seed.
In the west, the mountain you revere
like you would any erect and stable thing,
glistens snow-capped and drenched blue.
Surrounded by ocean, each wave crest salutes
like a triton rising, and somewhere in clouds,
that winged horse rears, then falls into horizon
lines taut and inescapable as Zeus’s golden reins.

new work from the Winter 2013 issue: Sean Thomas Dougherty’s I Am A Forty

8 Jan

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late night, shooting pool with Sean Thomas Dougherty, in a suburb just north of Detroit, 2011

One of four poems forthcoming in the Winter issue: “I Am A Forty

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