Boudin 2023 All Poetry: June ’23 Managing Editor: Mayank Manchanda “Tonight” by John Brantingham “Sagittarius A*” by Rohan Buettel “Sixteen Rounds of Chemo” by Sara Pirkle “A Typical Day in the Life of Love” by JC Reilly July is the New June: July ’23 Managing Editor: Michael Horner Letter from…
Read MoreTonight John Brantingham __________ It’s 2ambefore I noticethe snow in the streetlight coming downin fat wet flakes.It’s an inch thick on the road, and no one’sdriven this way yet.Sirens are whining and so far from methat they’re soft as birdsong.The blue light of my neighbor’s televisionis playingoff his curtains. I…
Read MoreA Typical Day in the Life of Love JC Reilly __________ Love crawls from a holelike a mouse in the pantry;beware its droppings. Love seeks its shadow behind its back but can’t turn fast enough to see. Love hangs its sheet ona line in the morning sun.It snaps with the…
Read MoreSixteen Rounds of Chemo Sara Pirkle __________ After a nurse pluckedthe IV from my portlike a wasp stingerand the rubber-tire tasteof Taxol faded— After the victorypicture was snappedand posted onlinefor hundreds ofstrangers to like— After fake smilingwhile a chorusof nurses serenadedas I dutifully rangthe treatment bell— I sank into the…
Read MoreSagittarius A* Rohan Buettel __________ There is a hole in the heart of my galaxy;supermassive and black; no light emitsin any event from below the horizon.It sits in the snowy wastes of the Milky Way,dense with star clusters and interstellar nebulae.The absence keeps growing —no matter how much falls in,…
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Read MoreA Strand (2022) Johanna Barbier is a French artist based in Dublin, Ireland. She loves experimenting with colors and textures and specializes in portrait drawings. She works as a research engineer in the visual effects (VFX) industry, where she interacts with artists from Pixar, ILM, Disney and Weta Digital. Johanna…
Read MoreWhere is the Answer? Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg __________ Is it in the speech of the streetlight,so determined to streak its starof orange insistence in the fog? Is it wherever the hummingbird goesto stillness on a perch in the forestacross the street from the old houses? Or is it the houses themselves,…
Read MoreSubmitting John Grey __________ We could all send blood, a few drops of the red stuff in a tiny corked tube. But how would the editor isolate the worthy from the doggerel? Not a pound of flesh. Editors aren’t Shylocks. But maybe an ounce or two. Like a little finger…
Read MorePost-Modern Polonius Anne Babson __________ “Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell” – William Shakespeare Polonius stabbed behind tapestry — But audiences don’t mourn his murder. Hackneyed speeches are the real travesty. Today, when prose is cannon fodder, “There is nothing outside the text.” It bores, Bereft of meaning, say Doctors.…
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