26 Poems by Emily Dickinson
by Mark Bibbins, Editor 26 Poems by Emily Dickinson translated by Paul Legault 700. My favorite way to interact with people is to read letters from them, completely alone, in a locked room. 701....
View ArticleDante Alighieri, Translated By Mary Jo Bang
by Mark Bibbins, Editor Inferno Canto XXVIII Who could ever capture in words, Even using prose and retelling countless times, The bloodbath and carnage I was now seeing? Every tongue would prove...
View ArticleA Poem By Bob Hicok
by Mark Bibbins, Editor The ongoing Do you know Bertolt Brecht's The Hammer Throwers? One hundred men divide on right and left sides of a stage and throw hammers at each other for half an hour. Every...
View ArticleA Poem By David Lehman
by Mark Bibbins, Editor On the Beautiful and Sublime Knowledge is beautiful; understanding is sublime. —Kant 1. Radio is a hot medium; Television, a cool one. A train ride in Russia is a...
View ArticleTwo Poems By Brenda Shaughnessy
by Mark Bibbins, Editor This Person-sized Sky with Bruise, simultaneously orange and violet, (though my eyes are closed) is either my inner color (that covered mirror) or simply dusk. An opaline sheet...
View ArticleA Poem By Lynn Melnick
by Mark Bibbins, Editor Niagara It wasn’t God with us that October. It was something bigger than we can put into solemn books and pray to although I saw you praying as you stood over the falls, your...
View ArticleA Poem By Sarah Blake
by Mark Bibbins, Editor Seeing Kanye Along the Juniata, the gray stones, gray squares in the grass, keep the hills from the road, keep them where they are. When we pass the stones, like the Earth’s...
View ArticleTwo Poems By Paul Lisicky
by Mark Bibbins, Editor I Am Fucking With My Enemy I am fucking with my enemy because I think it would be a fair afternoon to do so. Oh, he is no longer my enemy except at certain hours, in certain...
View ArticleA Poem By Loretta Clodfelter
by Mark Bibbins, Editor from Pythia SaysPythia says missile guidance systems are locked on locked out door slamming the slopes where cattle graze it’s just a satellite or he is winking and dropping...
View ArticleA Poem By Christine Larusso
by Mark Bibbins, Editor Matanuska Three hundred seconds away, a grizzly claws at the brains of a Coho. This is less messy than expected: this ursine, nitpicky, chooses the prized fatty offal before...
View ArticleA Poem By Lucie Brock-Broido
by Mark Bibbins, Editor Jack & Squat Good morning heartache Mr. President, the more your people Turned on you the more I loved you more. I would fret about the lanky form that carries your ideas...
View ArticleA Poem By Alissa Quart
by Mark Bibbins, Editor Degrees This town is a proverb: a woman waiting. Thoughts have citations, skies are marine. All this strong weather. Chance is dead or just got tenure. Mt. Olympus is a tea....
View ArticleA Poem by Mike Lala
by Mark Bibbins, Editor from Portraits of the Artists as Their Own Subjects The screen lit up it was old she took to foam the stitching / cloth and it was without form patches...
View ArticleA Poem By Stephen Burt
by Mark Bibbins, Editor A Crime at Pattaya The following year, in a highly publicized case, four transvestites (one a transsexual) robbed a Hong Kong businessman and others by...
View ArticleA Poem By P. Scott Cunningham
by Mark Bibbins, Editor The Colonel What you have heard is true. I was in his house. There was a kidney-shaped pool and a Donkey Kong, Jr arcade game. We sat in the living room. His wife brought out a...
View ArticleA Poem By Paula Bohince
by Mark Bibbins, Editor The Stars, the Stars Virtuosity conceding to virtue… What relief. In strange arrangement, they pose their difficulties, though what they most seem is distance. Abstract and...
View ArticleA Poem By Jameson Fitzpatrick
by Mark Bibbins, Editor Foreplay I’d like a bunch of un- lit lilacs, please. A lie lacking malice. A black eye. I’d like a palacefull. A pool of lack to lie in. A lilac lacking pull. A slack sleep. A...
View ArticleTwo Poems By Maung Day
by Mark Bibbins, Editor Mysterious Octopus Today the government talks about a mysterious octopus which attacked civilians boning their hookers in the bushes by a lake. Pox-colored piranhas nest inside...
View ArticleA Poem By Sara Sutter
by Mark Bibbins, Editor Golden Cowrie Flamingo tongue with a Saturn-ringworm shape, mainly very polished, part abalone sea-ear, probably...
View ArticleA Poem By Lynn Melnick
by Mark Bibbins, Editor When California Arrives It Lasts All Year Dreadful sorry and packed for balmy air, I’ve no use for this shudder of adventure, these conspiracy-worn streets puffed with pollen...
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