by Grant Kittrell | Jul 8, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized |
If I am Wrong by Cathryn Hankla You don’t want this poem. If I am wrong then stop writing the other poem in your head as you read. I heard one on the radio. Terrible. Couldn’t wait for it to be done, but in my head as it droned on, a more perfect poem....
by Grant Kittrell | Jun 17, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized |
Proto-Post-Memento Mori by Stephen Massimilla Sparrows brawling in the eaves… Like those of dreaming poets, filmy membranes of eyes and bellies (of two fetal carcasses that the parents in their spat must have kicked down to my doorstep) were rolling....
by Grant Kittrell | May 28, 2016 | Poetry |
Damage by Helen Wickes Damage, today I’m obsessed with damage. The cored-out heart of the rose, not the bud or the bloom, but root to flower— whatever’s maimed, blemished, blistered, harmed, this skin the talon, the thorn has hooked— morning’s minion, ha— and...
by Grant Kittrell | May 13, 2016 | craft, Editorials, Uncategorized |
this is love the chives that fucking terrier this is love by Amy Marengo in summer i walk to the corner store and see chives growing out a crack in the sidewalk and i think it doesnt matter whoevers the reason theyre there id leave my other and ask mr or ms or mrs...
by Grant Kittrell | Mar 18, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized |
Insley Smullen The Battle Hymn of Shotgun Shotgun loves ___________. Shotgun loves pastries, the kind with birch-paper-flake crusts that stick to the edge of his upper lip. Shotgun loves showers, exceedingly hot ones, on warm days. Shotgun loves the...
