Tag: Four Way Review
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Reprise by Kathleen Hellen
Reflex. Automatic. My son with that look when I slapped him. Something in the genes, the violence of pathways reenacting: biologies of caterwaul of bottle-fights of fists into the wall. I saw Mother with her twin colossals jug-drunk dancing jigs.
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PERSISTENT DESIGN by Nate Pritts
Wasps keep circling the shutters, long stalks of grass dangling from thin back legs, and when they crawl between the slats into the small dark, they bring their greeny materials with them. There is nothing here you can’t leave.
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FIRST WINTER by Hala Alyan
Our bodies are urns full of rain, spilling during the harvest. The elders speak of clemency. The army marches on. We watch them across the ocean, speak their undead name in our sleep.
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TWO POEMS by Lee Sharkey
CIVILIZATION Even in the most inhospitable circumstances there is always time for a cup of tea. Say you live in a cup with a hole blasted in its side in a blasted landscape, by a blasted tree and an empty barrel.
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STACK OF BRIGHTNESS by Rosalynde Vas Dias
What do you know of the former beloved/still beloved? He lives in another city or speaks infrequently.
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Three Poems by Benjamin Miller
IN THE PLACE OF BEST INTENTIONS As this is not the land of ice packs and regenerations, of spent glue guns or antiseptic counters—since shy reminders filter through the streets…
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Three Poems by Brian Komei Dempster
CROSSING No turning back. Deep in the Utah desert now, having left one home to return to the temple of my grandfather. I press the pedal hard. Long behind me, civilization’s last sign—
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IOWA by Stephen Berg
When I think of it now I still see just how ugly and dirty the place was, what a bare unprotected monk-like life it was that year, living first in the old tire warehouse on the outskirts of town, no toilet or sink, no furniture, nothing except two ratty mattresses, fruit crates…
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Three Poems by Sam Sax
I.35 i watch him touch him self over a screen and pretend it is with my hands how you pull a quiver from an arrow. he moans and i grow jealous of the satellites.
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Maps by Patrick Lawler
“Who was it who decided on where Tallahassee should be?” Toby asks questions, and we laugh a lot. Stupid things really. But it makes you think, and it helps to pass the time. He takes the money when people pump their gas, and I do most of the other things, like brake jobs, tires, and…
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Between the Lines:An Interview with Wesley Rothman
In this installment of “Between the Lines” we talk with Issue 5 contributor Wesley Rothman about poetic process, the creative relationships between different art forms, and poetry’s place in contemporary culture.