All posts tagged: Issue 6 Poetry

Error Upon Me Proved

By WILLIAM WENTHE

A sound I hope to hear no more

than once—faint chime, small ring

produced by a wedding ring, rose-gold, flung

five flights to the cobbles of Rue Valadon

from the closet-sized kitchen where, wrung

dry, come to the end of endurance and all sense

of possibility, I had thrown it out the window. 

Julia PikeError Upon Me Proved
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Arab Springs

By ANDREA SCOTT 

And the clucking tongue of a woman in her black chador . . .

And the feeling that this may be less than what’s real . . .

I cannot translate what the old man has said, grinning toothless from
the computer screen.

He’s cursing the Mullahs and all that’s hypocritically holy in Iran.

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Apple

By L. S. KLATT 

You don’t fall far from the tree. Is that because you are adamant? In Adam’s fall/ we fell all, bruised? Software? What keeps us processing even if besotted? Knowledge? What’s the big idea? Is it my soul in your interface?

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Kraft

By L. S. KLATT 

Permit me to apply these squares of American cheese to my spacesuit. Is it that I am a man? Or crazed? How will such a man make it in space, the consuming fire of reentry, & the joy of it? I am a fat man. American.

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