Sunday, August 11, 2024

LYNN KILPATRICK—"JACKSON POLLOCK PAINTS A SELF-PORTRAIT" (Issue 28)


JACKSON POLLOCK PAINTS A SELF-PORTRAIT

If the brushstroke embodies representation, 
let this drop of paint be the thin membrane 
between being and seeing. Let the exact gray 
of my eyes become nothing more than gauze
through which I see the canvas, darkly. She 
said show me the exact yellow of light, 
and I said, I don’t paint that shit. I said 
every canvas is a self-portrait, every 
drop of paint is a whiff of the world
that can’t be unmade. I am painting 
the world in my image, one giant white 
mistake at a time. I said, stand back. 
I said, Look at this. 



ABOUT THE POET 

Lynn Kilpatrick's poems have appeared in Western Humanities Review, 
McSweeney’s, Tin House, and Denver Quarterly. Her collection of short 
stories In the House was published by FC2. Her fiction has appeared in 
Ploughshares, essays in Zone 3 and Brevity. She earned her PhD from the 
University of Utah and teaches at Salt Lake Community College.



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Sunday, July 14, 2024

CHRISTY PRAHL—"STILL LIFE" (Issue 28)

STILL LIFE 

There is a lemon.
There is a dachshund.
There is a broken board.

Consider the lemon,
yellow as the sun,
primal as the origin story of food.

Enter the dachshund,
squat and disproportionate circus
clown of dogs.

And now the broken board,
an accident in waiting.

What does that have to do with anything?
asks the new sweetheart,
a literalist, but strapping enough
to keep around for entertainment.

Have you never played the game
of lemon, dachshund, broken board?

Dachshund beats broken board.
Broken board beats lemon.
Lemon beats dachshund.
(The sour tongue, you ninny.)

It might surprise you to learn
that they all made me cry.

The dachshund for dying of bloat
after I let myself love her.

The lemon for a spray of citric acid in the eye
while brightening up the flounder.

The broken board for my sweetheart’s twisted ankle,
the fear that he would leave me.

But somehow, he stays.
He writes me a song called
A Lemon, A Dachshund, A Broken Board.

It is a song about none of these things.
It goes like this.



ABOUT THE POET 

Christy Prahl is the author of the collection We Are Reckless (Cornerstone Press,
2023). A Best of the Net and two-time Pushcart Prize nominee, her past and future publications include The Penn Review, Salt Hill Journal, Eastern Iowa Review, and
others. She has held residencies at both Ragdale and the Writers' Colony at Dairy
Hollow and is the founder of the PenRF reading series. She splits her time
between Chicago and rural Michigan and appreciates subways and siloes in equal
measure. More of her work can be found at



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Sunday, March 3, 2024

SHARI ZOLLINGER—"KILL YOUR DARLINGS: A ZODIAC*" (Issue 27)

KILL YOUR DARLINGS: A ZODIAC* 

ARIES
March 21 to April 19 
What if you stay a minute longer, 
turn toward hieroglyphic heat; translate 
the slow theater of fuel, oxygen, gas? 
Quiet elongation of ember.

TAURUS
April 20 to May 20 
What if you stay too long? 
Clay sculpture readying for foundry, 
threshold of the very long pose. 
Might you enact a risky yawn? 

GEMINI
May 21 to June 21 
What if you say nothing, 
even when rumor gathers in your throat, 
or when the tornado under your tongue 
seeks ground? 

CANCER
June 22 to July 22 
What if you stop looking in the mirror? 
Nanao Sakaki says, "to stay young, to save the world, 
break the mirror.” 
Wetland-scattered water calls up a new image. 
The place where blue herons nest. 

LEO
July 23 to August 22 
What if you walk through the city, 
not as yourself? Invisible, cloaked—disguised. 
Moustached and platinum-mohawked, 
how will you survive the day? 

VIRGO
August 23 to September 23 
What if you let the dust settle? 
Skiff of very find powder accumulates 
in the gutters of rare books. 
Resist the temptation to scatter. 

LIBRA
September 24 to October 22 
What if you risk asymmetry? 
This will mean a new set of plans. 
Let the pond to ripple. 
Look for chaos. 

SCORPIO 
October 23 to November 21 
What if you let go of her hand? 
Kite-like, she’ll fly up, 
tiny bowties on string. Tether release. 
Emptiness palms a beginning. 

SAGITTARUIS 
November 22 to December 21 
What if you came down 
from your fire outlook, from smoke 
and elevation? It’s time to walk 
off the mountain.

CAPRICORN
December 22 to January 19 
What if you let Time, 
fall from a cliff face? How will you 
measure your minutes going 
forward? 

AQUARIUS
January 20 to February 18 
What if you consider 
coming in from the stars, just for a peek 
at what the humans are doing? 
This will be research. 

PISCES 
February 19 to March 20 
What if you lay a little longer, 
if only to consider the astonishing 
dream motif conjured night 
after night? 



ABOUT THE POET 

A native of Utah, Shari Zollinger divides her time between her work as a 
professional astrologer and independent bookseller. She has been known to write 
a poetic verse or two with published work in Sugar House Review and Redactions. 
She recently published Carrying Her Stone, a collection of poems based on the 
work of Auguste Rodin.



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Sunday, February 25, 2024

JUAN J. MORALES—"LOOKING FOR DUENDE" (Issue 27)

LOOKING FOR DUENDE

My parents had a sprinkler 
that sputtered water whenever 
the tap was off, and mom surprised me 
when she casually said 
duende was watering the backyard again. 
I heard duende as Lorca’s captured inspiration 
in college. I asked how to translate it 
into English, and my parents couldn’t, 
settling on “the mischief of a goblin.” 
Mom added that it’s like 
the movie with small green Gremlins terrorizing 
the Pennsylvania town 
during Christmas. 
When I left home, 
sent out to find duende, 
the muse gifted deep wells of dream, 
podcasts about skinwalkers and tricksters 
orchestrating mischief, winds singing 
through deep woods 
to echo like ocean waves. 
I didn’t know I first encountered duende 
in the Looney Tunes cartoon 
where Bugs Bunny saves 
the B-52 bomber from the small saboteur 
and William Shatner's Twilight Zone plane ride, 
watching monster dismantle 
the engine before flying into the lightning 
and leaving him in lunacy. 
Duende coaxed me to pedal faster 
on my childhood's rickety bike, 
to follow shadows mistaken 
for witches, to welcome deja vu 
on mountain trails I’ve never hiked before. 
I still search beyond Lorca’s execution 
and mass grave 
whenever I study full moon's grief. 
I accept the medium’s summertime warning 
that my dead father has become duende, 
promising to meddle 
until we safely make it 
into the chilly months of 
November and December.



ABOUT THE POET 

Juan J. Morales is the son of an Ecuadorian mother and Puerto Rican father. 
He is the author of three poetry collections, including The Handyman’s Guide 
to End Times, and his fourth collection, Dream of the Bird Tattoo, is forthcoming 
from University of New Mexico Press. Morales is a CantoMundo Fellow, a 
Macondo Fellow, the editor/publisher of Pilgrimage Press, and the associate dean 
of the College of Humanities Arts & Social Sciences at Colorado State University 
Pueblo.



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Sunday, February 11, 2024

MIRANDE BISSELL—"AIR POEM " (Issue 27)

AIR POEM

Loft Mountain after a day of midges 
and sweat. I sleep long enough to start over. 
Night wind lifts the tent’s fabric like a tongue 
plays on a tongue, has waited for us 
to want something more than rest. 

The air has the calcium sweetness 
of well-water. It’s bone-building air. 

I have a collarbone to cool, blushed-apple 
shoulders to round. All these years, we 
should have comforted each other. 



ABOUT THE POET 

Mirande Bissell is a teacher in Baltimore, MD. Her first book of poems 
Stalin at the Opera was selected by Diane Seuss as the winner of the 2020 
Ghost Peach Press prize.



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