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Cathedral of the In-Between
~dan smith
Oak
trees know all about asphyxia but nothing about death
Flowers
know all about withering but nothing about resurrection
The sun
knows all about warmth but nothing about love
The moon knows all
about night but nothing about passion
And I leave again knowing
nothing as alone as at birth
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
During the plague
Еveryone
writes poetry
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
No MFA
I have never taught a poetry class.
I tried to be a poetry teacher but I failed.
I am still failing.
There
is nothing to learn here.
~Noah Berlatsky
cypress tree knees
a riderless kayak
knocks
~Randy Brooks
doing things together
fitted sheets
don’t
~Randy Brooks
an inheritance of flowers
the neighbor’s wife
revives
him
~Randy Brooks
human bean
the bent reflection of ICE
on
Michigan Avenue
~Randy Brooks
training grounds
make my heart sink
as
they become killing fields
~Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky
farm field
ICE agents joke about
harvesting
illegals
~John J. Dunphy
Captain Vibrato
You sailed on ships of light
out beyond our wisps of stars.
Sent us postcards
filled with trembling trees
and all your mad fragility
that pled: wish you were here.
They
were postmarked Immortality.
~dan smith
You
fall
out
and crawl over
and climb up
into
you.
~Noah Berlatsky
deli fresh pâté de foie humain
~Richard
Magahiz
it is all rotten
but some of it
wears
perfume
~Richard Magahiz
as
flesh and metal try to occupy a single point
~Richard Magahiz
nobody wants a lecture on
the distance between oxygen molecules
at
high altitude
~Patrick Sweeney
the Yang side of the man
who
doesn't want to talk about it
~Patrick Sweeney
the singer talked about the missing verse
in
the song he was about to sing
~Patrick Sweeney
he
used to say 'it will all go on the next day without me' and it did
~Patrick Sweeney
militarization...
tell me again,
how
does a maple leaf ignite
~Patrick Sweeney
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