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ForeWord

Foreword – Matt Mason

When we set out to create an issue with the theme of The New: Poetry we readied our horses and prepared to set off in search of giants to destroy, despite the sneaking suspicion that some of them ...

Sam Stecher

Sam Stecher

She Claims to Like My Face in Dim Light She claims to like my face in dim light She says it looks lived in She likes the rough edges of my palms and finger tips She says my lack of symmetry ...

Anis Mojgani

Anis Mojgani

The Crow My grandfather did not speak much English. I didn’t speak much Farsi. He drank Coca-Cola in glasses with ice. At lunch I joined him. We watched a lot of television. The Price is ...

Anis Mojgani

Anis Mojgani

At the Humphrey Bogart movie There is the sound of a car off camera pulling up to the stone mansion to pick Bogie up. Bogie goes to leave but before he does he turns back to say somethingto the ...

Anis Mojgani

Anis Mojgani

The airplane police or How I met my wife   I’m sitting on the plane when two men in long grey overcoats and dark fedoras come up to the man sitting across the aisle from me. They look like ...

KatieWheelerDubin

Katie Wheeler-Dubin

Dear Cooper Union   February 8, 2012 Dear Cooper Union, My name is Katie Wheeler-Dubin and I am in love with Raphael Villet. I don't want Raphael to go to Cooper Union. I don't want him ...

BartSchaneman

Bart Schaneman

Lafayette Avenue   For Frank O’Hara The light now is yellow, and there are birds. Brooklyn at 6 a.m. and I am expecting my body to collapse from my incessant working. The clock tower is ...

BartSchaneman

Bart Schaneman

Seagulls I know now why the poets stayed. It’s been months since I left and still – I was riding a bike through Carroll Gardens at dawn, trying to make a decision not to hurt ...

ZedekaPoindexter

Zedeka Poindexter

Peach Cobbler Some families have parables about their history They can spin loving tales about where they came from We, we make peach cobbler The best story we can tell you will fill your ...

ZedekaPoindexter

Zedeka Poindexter

Poor Relations   Today is the funeral for one of the Strong daughters Years ago one moved south and labored though packing houses and inner cities The other stayed near family and provided ...

CristinOkeefe

Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz

33 & 1/3   This morning, I wrote LET IT GO on my hand in thick black ink. I am 33, and I can’t believe I still have do this. Driving to coffee, the sky rips itself open, cries all ...

TwylaHansen-09

Twyla Hansen

Moon Song When the poet says I have grown tired of the moon, tired of its look of astonishment, I suddenly am weary of self-pity. And of my own naïveté, that predisposition to take the ...

MichaelMlekoday

Michael Mlekoday

Self-Portrait from the Other Side    The woods behind my elementary school held ghosts and gang members. We studied the carvings in the trees: GD, Gangster Disciples or some spirit ...

RossHickerson

Ross Hickerson

My Grandfather Explains A Killing   it ain't so much that it's murder. sometimes you just have to take care of your own. this was away back in '55 maybe '57. i wasn't more than your age, ...

JasonBayani

Jason Bayani

Pulling Threads   Everything in my head is the sound, word without shape. I’m waiting for this to become a thing, or for it to make me interesting. I practice getting my handshake right ...

ToddRobinson

Todd Robinson

A McDonald’s in Nebraska   What thoughts I have of you tonight, Jim Daniels, for I slapped the burgers down on the griddle with a headache Sixteen and looking at the full future. In my ...

HeidiHermanson

Heidi Hermanson

After Larry Levi’s Motel Room   Shiny on the outside is more than just a metaphor for some things. You only need a few things— a tv with cable, a swimming pool, a liquor store you can ...

MarcellaRemund

Marcella Remund

How to Practice Poetry   Take a long walk. Breathe deep. Taste the air. Keep your eyes open. Try not to think. Wet your lips with your tongue. Tilt your head slightly into the ...

DawnGabriel

Dawn Gabriel

Poem Built of Eleven Poems Unwritten 1. The first — all pathetic fallacy — is self-loathing by nature, lazily angry, in love with O!, covets the unfraught gaze of buttons, the ...

KharyJackson

Khary Jackson

KharyJackson

Khary Jackson

Dear Lyrics #1 Dear Lyrics to Eric B. and Rakim's I Know You Got Soul, My wife just told me she had an affair. With my brother. He and I were never close but it still seemsall kinds of wrong. ...

KharyJackson

Khary Jackson

Apostasy, or Raise It

SteveLangan

Steve Langan

Song of Myself (Kimmel Harding Nelson Center for the Arts, Nebraska City)   April 9 Sunrise I don’t want to go, don’t make me do it, I wanna stay home with the azaleas and the dogs ...

ShawnteOrioin

Shawnte Orion

Sincerest Form of Rejection   Dear Anyjournal Review:   Thank you for the recent subscription offer. I appreciated the opportunity to order at a discounted rate.   Be ...

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