Further Reading
FESTERING SONG by Elizabeth Switaj
fire tries the rotten planks soft-surround like my rotten toes & fungal nails brittle bones osteoporotic names for my hands & what they say could peel away the bark & heart where my potato bugs & larvae scramble, lay their secrets to impure oxygen & light in lichen lattice they stand for something , move […]
Inside Out
by Matthew Guenette
— for Nate Pritts My mother’s voice could jerk you inside out like a shirt. Then you’d be sorry like when Steve stuck a snake in the fish tank. My mother’s voice could throw ice buckets over shower rods a mile away. Could kick an attitude up and down Winter Street […]
ANOTHER PIG-KNUCKLE-MOTHER POEM by John Repp
Mountain down to damp emerald moss, wind-bent hemlock, fragrant duff under tent floor, fog the metronomic gusts fail to dissolve, we break out supper—mine lost to memory, Ted’s pickled herring he gulps like a seal, the reek & smacking & cross-eyed, lip-licking contemplation settling me down at the formica table cleared of supper, dishes on […]