Poetry: “Always Something Unpleasant to Do on Saturday” by Christopher Clauss
The sugar maples survived the taps
their viscous blood dripping into galvanized pails […]
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The sugar maples survived the taps
their viscous blood dripping into galvanized pails […]
The rest of the coffee
was disturbed by nightmares, […]
Abuelo falls into the ice chest
chugs another Modelo, admits […]
Robots don’t believe in ghosts, they attribute
the wheezing and clicking of late-night phantoms […]
At the gate, bottles with cut lips. Crypts of grass cuttings. Moth wings. Stationary […]
Read More POETRY: “Lotería” by Philip KobylarzI thought I heard some tough young redwoods
trying to get the ancients’ attention
but the elder trees are not interested in prattle, […]
I’d like to know the
Funny thing in your ribs. […]
I can tell you about the student learning
by holding a bag of beans in her palm
in order to feel the weight of the notes […]
At first my eyes said
a kite hovering a hundred feet above
but there was no thread attached,
no child anchored in sand, arms outstretched,
countering the coastal gale. […]
Deities sat perched on temple parapets,
concrete birds gleaming in the Georgia sun. […]