"This big music harrows the brain..."

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Issue 8: The Lily

Issue 7: Passages

Issue 6: No More Tears

Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series

Book Reviews



A quick list to poets featured in this issue:

Valarie Duff

Nick Flynn

Jim Behrle

Fred Marchant

Jacob Strautmann

Vera Kroms

Henry Israeli

Daniel Gutstein

Joyelle McSweeney

David Dodd Lee

Daniel Bosch

Michael Perrow

Luljeta Lleshanaku

Miklós Radnóti

Nikolai Baitov

Drago Stambuk

Zafer Senocak

Jacob Strautmann

Late Spring

He was born into middle age, heavy and strong,
a bull, all semen and hooves in the dust in the hot,

hot arenas smirking up at the sun, applause:
my father, but a man ends a snake,

a thin spine and venom lying close
in the coolest part of the house. One day, coiled beneath

sheets, he will try to fill his chest
with his knees, amazed at the depth before water,

the darkness before reflection, the constant
sound something like soil.


M’s Vortex

Nothing of mine won’t slacken, curl,
be turned by wind. See our hands
already ribbons on outrigging.

This big music harrows the brain
seizing at something . . .that void of space
above his work; he hovers still,

unbuttons his vest, taps the count,
waits a dilation of/in that space,
calm dictation. He hums and low.

Window to lamp, a moth. Imagines
a sea-dirge, the requiem-chorus
openmouth, all teeth and holes,

wideeye. And each fills with ocean
passing through the wreck’s wet calyx.
That last symphony. You heard it rolling?