Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Tuesday poem #255 : Emily Sanford : Dead | Lines



Deadlines are insinuated
tracks in winter snow and the forehead;
the phone on Sundays now.

The morning wash in October
and another year gone.
Lines left unwritten, like

blanking on stage—a look to cast
anywhere, a dropped cue,
missed class along the way.

Upon your upturned palm
which went unnoticed then—
power lines down and ominous.

A line thrown to submerged grasp
in desperation: A to B,
in time, or in memoriam.

A paragraph skipped
that time
was the distance between two points.

A pickup
on the horizon,
rivulet in rain—striation.

Patience as a virtue
is just a line— 
unfinished.



Emily Sanford was born in Nova Scotia and holds an MA in Literature and Performance from the University of Guelph. She is the winner of the 2016 Eden Mills Writers' Festival Literary Award for Poetry, shortlisted for the Janice Colbert Poetry Award, and won third place in the 2017 Blodwyn Prize for Fiction. One of her recent poems was listed amongst The 10 Best Poems of 2016, by Vancouver Poetry House. Her work appears in Canthius, Grain Magazine, Minola Review, newpoetry.ca, and Plenitude Magazine. Emily is the Creative Writing Program Administrator at the University of Toronto School of Continuing Studies, and volunteers for the Brockton Writers’ Series.

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Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Tuesday poem #254 : Katie Fowley : CROWN


I would like to crown you with this beauty.
A thing of beauty is a felon.
A felon takes me out.
I would like to crown you with a thing-like beauty
Beneath the molting tree.
I would like to crown you until you are wealthy
And somber enough to eat.
My haunches turn to rubber,
My crown of honey—complete.
A nimble quake. A quiver.
The passage opens with healthy ships
Envenomed in a fetid mist.
   A joyful felon stops and starts
   To keep the briny ghost afloat.



Katie Fowley’s first chapbook, Dances and Parks, is forthcoming from DIEZ Press. Her poems and criticism have been published in Atlas Review, No, Dear, 6×6, Rain Taxi: Review of Books, and Poems by Sunday. She lives in Brooklyn and teaches English at CUNY York.

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Tuesday, February 06, 2018

Tuesday poem #253 : Jay Ritchie : Green from yellow to black



For the month of June you are a flight attendant.
You take people
to faraway places like Sault Ste. Marie
& Newark. I wish I could take you
to the place I go when I am alone.
It’s so nice here.
I wish you could see it.
It’s raining small.

Are the windows open?
There are no buildings.


Jay Ritchie [photo credit: Stacy Lee] is the author of the poetry collection Cheer Up, Jay Ritchie (Coach House, 2017). He is pursuing an MFA in Poetry at the University of Massachusetts Amherst.

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Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Tuesday poem #252 : Christy Davids : [The Matter of Holding Water]



we colloquially
refer to greater
Los Angeles at
the LA Basin and
remain surprised
when the rain

comes (because
it will always
come) that the
basin holds water
/ to un-know the
practicality of an

idiom filling up
a geography / cars
pushing through
the places where
the water holds
/ cars stuck there

the curbed rivers
/ full / become a
confused sight
instincts around
water wear out
as logic is turned

on its head: just
because we are
trained for drought
doesn’t mean we
can forget our flooded
city as a bowl holding

water / in the most
literal sense water
for washing / the
logic of water
supplied en
mass / en flood

doesn’t hold water
here (there)

Christy Davids is a poet and teacher. She is an assistant editor at The Conversant, collects recordings at poetry//SOUNDS, and co-curates the Philadelphia-based reading series Charmed Instruments. Some of her work can be found in Volt, Open House, Bedfellows, Jacket2, and the Poetry Foundation's Harriet among others. Her chapbook "on heat" was selected by the editors in BOAAT Press' 2016 chapbook competition and will be published in May 2017. 

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Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Tuesday poem #251 : Stephanie Gray : Go under the surface she said (surfacing under)(under surfacing)



but don't go too deep, but don't go too shallow, but don't go too "pizzazz", but don't go too "now", but don't go to "then", but maybe? (thanks other music) but don't go too "tomorrow", but don't go too you know, all "pop-culture-y", but don't go too butch, but don't go too femme, (but go how?), but don't go too 80s, but don't go so low as Eddie Vedder did in the 90s, but don't go all Facebook-y, but don't go all Twitterverse, (but remember our universe), but don't go all moonshot, but don't go too "middle of the road", but don't go all "chattering class" but don't go all millennial plus Gen Y, but don't go all, you know, Gen X cold and suspect, but don't go all corporate, but don't go all non-profit-y, but don't go all Bloomberg, but don't go all NYPost-headline-y, but don't go out the way Gawker did, but don't go all, you know, "I'm not giving you the time of day", but don't go all smartphoney, maybe be more flip-phone-y, remember to go more Metallica and not Megadeth-y, (you know why), but don't go all "I'm being nice to you just cuz i want something from you", but don't go all artisinal, but don't go all fast food, but don't go all slow food-y, but don't go all "so much depends upon a red.." um, never mind. and don't go all, that was a nirvana-cobain reference (cuz it wasn't) but don't go the way of you know, the hoverboard set, (and don't go overboard), but don't go all watergate, (but maybe go whitewater), but don't go all "just because of what bill did doesn't mean you can't vote for hillary", but don't go all Sanders is a socialist, but don't go all it's 3 men in a room (and he’s one of ‘em), but don't go all Albany is broken-y, but don't go all "Whole Food-y Paycheck-y", but don't go all ParkSlopeFoodCo-op-y, but don't go all hipsterization, but don’t go all globalization (for the dock workers, god bless), but don’t go all red hook is all Ikea-ed out now, but don’t go too under, but don’t go too over, but don't go all “there's nothing left here", but don’t go all “I hear ya”, but don’t go all “here’s something for ya”, but don't go all “we lost the neighborhood', but you should, you know, stick around, ok? don't go.

Poet-filmmaker Stephanie Gray's most recent book and chapbook are Shorthand and Electric Language Stars (Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs, 2015) and A Country Road Going Back in Your Direction (Argos Books, 2015). Her super 8 films and screened internationally. Recent flash fictionwork is in the May 2017 issue of the Brooklyn Rail.  Work also appears in the anthology How Lovely the Ruins (Spiegel & Grau) in October 2017.

(image: film still from Someday Behind Coney Island, super 8 film, 2011)

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Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Tuesday poem #250 : Domenica Martinello : PARTHENOPE & VIRGIL



Women are cities & cities
are humiliating.

Tourists haggle the price
& somehow still pay double.

The city is leaky
& smells like fishwives.

Locals chide in dialect
tangy as a faux leather belt.

Men are angry & angry men
turn each other into volcanoes.

What is it like to live
in the shadow of a volcano?

On the cusp of eruption
it’s exciting

for the tourists. Burning through
their cash, it’s all you can smell.

Volcanoes violate cities
to ash & stone. It’s a pity.

I’d pumice my feet with it all
if I could.




Domenica Martinello, from MontrĂ©al, Quebec, is currently completing an MFA in poetry at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. In 2017 she was a finalist for both the Bronwen Wallace Award for Emerging Writers and the 3Macs prize. Recent writing can be found in The Globe & Mail, Vallum, carte blanche, CV2, PRISM International, and elsewhere. Her debut collection of poems All Day I Dream About Sirens is forthcoming from Coach House Books in 2019. Find her on Twitter @domenicahope

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