A TOPICAL POEM
WE SCRAMBLED to insert a new feature into our line-up, one related to the ongoing war in Ukraine. We’re fortunate to have received a poem– “Kyiv In a Winter Evening”— about the crisis by Bruce Dale Wise, who uses anagram pen names as authors of his work– in this instance, Radice Lebewsu. Whatever, it’s a very good poem, and we thank Radice/Bruce for submitting it to us.
Now scenes of devastation follow streets with spitefulness,
tanks, drunk with power, roll into the city’s frightful mess.
ALSO be sure to check out our previous poetry feature, “Heaven Bound” by Alisha J. Prince, as well as new literary satire by Stuart Ross.
WITH THE WORLD per usual in turmoil, poets and poetry are more necessary than ever. With that as context we present “Heaven Bound” by Alisha J. Prince— the kind of poem we love in its expression of rhyme and rhythm, its ambition, and the way it captures the reality of life in London, England. Alisha is one of the overlooked literary talents we’re always happy to stumble into– because the future of this project, and of literature itself, resides in them.
Crimson chaos fills the gaps
Inside the council pavement slabs
Torn and ravaged pizza boxes
Rats and bats and cats and foxes
(NOTE: We also have new fun stuff coming in a day or two to our revamped Special Projects blog. Not to miss!)
WHAT IS LOVE?
We all want it but we’re not always sure how to get it. Many times we come close– then disconnect. Things don’t work out for any number of reasons.
With Valentine’s Day upon us, we present a poem which might be about disconnected love– “When It’s All Said and Done” by Aqeel Parvez.
If you haven’t found real love for yourself yet, keep trying! It’s out there. In the meantime, read our new poetry feature.
early morn, fairly warm, we subsist as two,
separate entities, delicacy, fallen leaves.
AS our goal is to move further toward the experimental in 2022, we offer as our first feature of the year some experimental (or at least alternative) poetry, “The Alternative Top 40” by Charles March.
One may have to read the lines over a few times to fully “get” them– the poem has its own rhythm unnoticeable at first glance, but present. Subliminal. There.
We hope you enjoy it!
We just wanted you to get the message that we have new feature poetry by Daniel Miller, “The Sea At Night,” up here at our main site, but also an audio version by Daniel himself at our Open Mic.
the queen of storms
sends sleepless nights
(Painting: “Storm Over the Black Sea” by Ivan Aivazovsky.)
Yes, it’s cranky poetry, with a few shots at millennials– they can take it– but it’s also great poetry containing energy and rhythm, a delight in using words spouting them shouting them no matter who it enlightens or infuriates, which is what poetry has always been about. Not polite, you say? Impoliteness a small price to pay for passionate language. Read these words– Two Poems by Mather Schneider— and hear them echoing in your head.
For a shadow-being,
it’s bizarre how you know
everything about everything
to social media’s lower orders
smirking behind that sweet ironic
(By the way, Mather has an Op Ed– opinion column– about poetry in Literary Fan Magazine. Have you read it? Don’t miss out!)
(Art: “Ancient of Days” by William Blake.)
WITH all the hating going on right now coming in from every direction, the universe could use more love.
Positive loving vibes issuing forth into the atmosphere to transform one and all.
With this in mind we offer before St. Valentine’s Day six love poems by Toronto musician/writer Tom Preisler. They well cover the inevitable ups and downs which come with loving someone.
(Tom will be featured in an upcoming print publication of ours, Extreme Zeen 2, due in April. We’ll also have a photo of him in our next print zeen, due soon. We like to spotlight the best new writers, and Tom Preisler is a good one.)
There is this loneliness everywhere,
You can see it in the front door of a supermarket store, its reflecting in your beer and untouched whisky,
It’s in the face of a woman waiting for a telephone call that never comes, in a one bedroom apartment with plastic flowers in waterless vase, untouched, unloved,
faithfully waiting for each night to pass.
(Art: “The Dancer” by Andre Derain.)
DILEMMAS OF CORPORATE CULTURE
ARE fast food poems pop? Or art? Andy Warhol would argue they’re the essence of pop art.
Corporate culture is ubiquitous and it’s also America’s addition to the culture of the world. Coca-Cola wasn’t simply a brand. It advertised American populist ideology to the planet. Some might call it cultural imperialism and others would say it’s only a soft drink.
Jimmy John’s is just a sandwich.
Where do we draw the line? Is the intersection of art and commerce allowable? The bigger question: Is it avoidable?
Our take: If a competing literary site can dedicate their entire oeuvre and reason-for-being to a fast food taco chain, then we can present three terrific prose poems about Jimmy John’s.
Chelsea Sieg is one of the best young writers we’ve come across in a while. A writer with the rare ability to combine humor and poignancy with a perfect flow of words so that afterward you shake your head at the accomplishment. Three prose poems: “The Jimmy John’s Poem Collection.” Read them.
it was a simple, quiet, two am kind of happiness, the kind you don’t have to think that hard about. it was a small, soft hope. and I would have eaten every sandwich on the goddamn menu, mustard and all, to keep it alive.
(Art: “Still LIfe with a Beer Mug” by Fernand Leger.)
HALLOWEEN draws closer! So today we present at least one poem with a Halloween theme, along with another that’s creepy, and a third which, well, you’ll have to read it. The feature is titled “Life of Murder Ballads and Other Poems” and the poet is John Tustin. Please enjoy.
Living my night of murder ballads, Frankenstein’s Monster
And the poetry of Poe
While you imagine your heart rests in black lipstick and torn fishnet hose.
(Art: “I Love Eva” by Pablo Picasso.)
We’re on a mystic hunt for better everything, including better language, better writing, better art. Are those unicorns which don’t exist– or can they exist with the right drive, plans, imagination? Latest in our quest is a poem by Chris Vola, “Impractical Taxidermy.” His view of the world and this crazy society encompasses plants, personas, rap, bulldogs, video chat, Whole Foods– and a whole lot else. We think you’ll enjoy it.
your eyes as downtrodden
as my social media presence
frozen fingernails waiting to flatten me
like last birthday’s Perrier-Jouët
against the darkening pavement
(Art: “Mystic Hunt of the Unicorn” by Martin Schongauer.)