Results for: cliff forshaw

March 2016 Poetry Feature

CLIFF FORSHAW
Hurl or Hole? Some sunless Scandi burg,/ no doubt. As for lingos I don’t sprack much;/ do sniff iffy drains and hear them gurgle:

August 2015 Poetry Feature

MAURICE EMERSON DECAUL, VALERIE DUFF, CLIFF FORSHAW, LUISA A. IGLORIA, TESS TAYLOR
New to country stars, you try/ to identify the constellations./ Cassiopeia, Andromeda—

You forget their stories.

September 2014 Poetry Feature

AMY LAWLESS, NATHANIEL BELLOWS, PAUL KANE, SARAH LONDON, CLIFF FORSHAW
Let me learn the layout, factor and/ figure into this place. The rain accosts/ the crags as shifting mist, blurring, then/ ballooning the skeletal vista. Let spattered/ facets on the windowpane bring clarity./ Where is the weakness in this request?

March 2014 Poetry Feature

AMY LAWLESS, JONATHAN MOODY, ELIZABETH HAZEN, ISHION HUTCHINSON, R. ZAMORA LINMARK, SARAH WELLS, CLIFF FORSHAW
Two cactus branches pointed at different suns/ who’s right who’s wrong?/ myself evaporating: minute turns into other minutes –/ the minutes of later minutes later/ pooling into an hour, a puddle/ two things to do on this day

March 2013 Poetry Feature

CURTIS BAUER, JANE SATTERFIELD, NORMAN LOCK, CLIFF FORSHAW, CATHERINE STAPLES
The knife in your hand wants flesh—/ its appetite for blood is sharp steel/ leaning, weeping into the tomato’s meat,/ sugar beets, steaming rhubarb pie—

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May 2015

Please enjoy five new poems by our contributors.

From Vandemonian

The Governor built his prisons,
but he built his chapels, too.
Now the Lamb of God beams down
in light that’s brightly stained,
right foreleg implausibly curled
around a regimental flag.

Angkor

All day those stones have writhed with myth,
roots have snaked necks, have had the cheek
to prod gods and kings, crack armies, cities, ships;
mocked Shiva, made him sprout arthritic wrists.