Poetry Drawer: Outlier: Strictures: Market Man: The Daily Catch: Voila & Other Silly Little Miracles: Secrets Never Cease by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Outlier That cold cube of ice against a flurry of fire escape lips, naughty raprap knuckles so far beyond initial infraction, dead batteries for a dyingworld; I am twisted nerve endings like internal ponytails on the pull,and feelings don’t mean … Continue reading

Poetry Drawer: Turning Dials: Commensurate: Bust of Revenge: Quartz Parking Lot, Ontario Street: Getting Loose: Eye Flusher: Over the Hill by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Turning Dials You can bleed out in the heartlandand never find a pulse,turning dials on odd contraptionsthat almost turn themselves,dustbowl feathers for the screeching Thunderbirdof myth, this sorry welling of brackish bail water,silly corn maze competitions where no one ever … Continue reading

Poetry Drawer: Earmarked: Isaac Newton Reinvents the Charcuterie in His Own Cold Meaty Likeness: Every Band Needs a Train Song: I wonder: Kain Crescent Park by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Earmarked It starts like nothing else does –with a simple marker: felt-tipped,Harlem black, that liquorice smell that is supposedto warn of something toxic to the humansurvivals; a simple line drawn down the earlobeso that something has been earmarkedfor something else, … Continue reading

Poetry Drawer: The Frog’s Voices: When I Am Old: Long Lost Memories: Memories of Grief Were Forgotten: What Are Those Strange Images, Which I Think I See? by James G. Piatt

The Frog’s Voices I listen to the voices of night frogs croaking,in the late hours of the night, and try tounderstand the meaning of their messagesechoing off the silver moon: Their hoarse voices curl through my sleepy,mind, sewing strange thoughts … Continue reading