by Drew Pisarra
In the film, Victor Frankenstein creates a mate
to wed his monster. She’s a fright-wigged she-devil
who cares little for muscles. For her, what rates
is a pretty face. In Mary Shelley’s novel
of ideas, that mail-order bride barely appears. Continue reading
Sonnet X+Y
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The Shallows
by John Sibley Williams
Sea split open
throat to groin,
urchins and five
limbed stars
spilling out. Continue reading
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Salt & Mangoes
by Dana De Greff
I was at home and lonely,
both in good measure.
-Denise Levertov, from “Caedmon”
Tina wandered all the way
from Big Corn, a tiny island,
actually, funny how small,
small enough to fit
in your ear. And the woman
(call her Sadie), wandered
all the way from Miami, Continue reading
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Light, It Pierces Us
by Kevin Dyer
Hoar-frost across the fence,
board by board, caving in at odd angles–
barely holding,
nailed there,
warped by nature.
Winter light fell
with a three-quarter moon frothing
behind a thinned-out cloud bank–
innocuous at first– Continue reading
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Apprentice to the American Beaver (Castor canadensis)
by Alessandra Simmons
“A beaver resembles a cucumber with a short stem, or a duck with the neck & head cut off, or a ball of yarn, flattened a little.” -Adriaen van der Donck, 1645
It is said the castor
is a kettle, a hatchet,
a loaf of bread.
Enchanted Christians
with fish-tasting tails,
I am your punishment
for knowing too much. Continue reading