March 2014

Hey kids, let’s play it safe this April Fool’s Day

Historically, April Fools’ Day can be traced back to the late 1500s, when the majority of Europe changed from the Julian calendar to the Gregorian calendar. Moving the New Year up from just after the time of vernal equinox to January 1st caused much confusion. Those traditionalists who chose [...]

March 31, 2014 // 1 Comment

Anything Helps, God Bless by Gianna Russo

Poets are dazzling people, but not in the way you might think. They are PhDs of observation, CEOs of the sensory world. Non-poets carefully tend to their careers, their families, their possessions, hates and loves. Most of them are good citizens who contribute in positive ways to this world. But [...]

March 28, 2014 // 2 Comments

Starstruck by Gary McLouth

Poetry is the primary language for the interpretation of all I sense around me, and all that I can sense within me. All written expression comes to me in poetic form first, then, the best way I can apply those bursts and blips of language determines genre, usually. More often than not, I don’t do [...]

March 27, 2014 // 8 Comments

Bird in Flight by Lorraine Walker Williams

When I start writing, I never know where the poem will take me. I began “Bird in Flight” on a plane heading to my home state. Using the sestina form with 6 end words repeating is structured, yet ultimately freeing. This poem won an award from the Portland, Oregon National League of American Pen [...]

March 26, 2014 // 14 Comments

Some Notes on Snobbery by Elisa Gabbert & Kathleen Rooney

Elisa and I have been writing poems together on various subjects and in various forms back and forth over email since early 2006. This poem is from a series of them that we wrote inspired by Susan Sontag’s essay “Notes on ‘Camp’” from 1964 and by George Orwell’s memoir Down and Out in [...]

March 25, 2014 // 1 Comment

Poem For The Dwaynes by Daniel Nester

Dwayne Freedman was the semi-retard who rode his bicycle backwards, waving to the crowds laughing at him. I know every town has one, someone named Dwayne—or Duane—who stands Bunyan-like over other boys, who can’t be tracked down after his fifteenth summer. They don’t work on the highway, [...]

March 24, 2014 // 3 Comments

Come one, come all to the poetry celebration

While on vacation in a foreign country, you get lost on the seedy side of town. An unsavory character approaches and sticks a gun in your ribs. Naturally, you assume he’s robbing you. But it becomes eminently clear the deranged fellow has other designs when he asks, “Why should anyone care [...]

March 23, 2014 // 6 Comments

Flexor hallucis longus, or, the day me Irish luck run out

I celebrated St. Paddy’s Day by going under the knife. Here’s my story, in five “acts.” 1. Sans a proper functioning Achilles, our hero is bested by Nurse Ratchet Having survived Admitting, I’m whisked into a holding room of sorts where a medical assistant with the bed-side manner and [...]

March 21, 2014 // 2 Comments