New Poetry with Audio!

Donald Revell
Stephen Burt
Paul Hoover
Jonah Winter
Cathy Wagner
Reginald Shepherd
Nin Andrews
Sophia Kartsonis
Sandra Miller
Joshua Harmon
Devin Johnston
Chuck Zerby
Sara Henning
Ognjen Smiljanic
Lance Phillips
Peter Drake
Kathleen Byrne
Ernest Hilbert
Garth Greenwell
Marc McKee

Criticism

Brian Henry on Kinsella
Gabriel Welsch on Northrop
Gabriel Welsch on Smith
Cecily Iddings on Ruefle
Christopher McDermott on Wenderoth

Kathleen Byrne lives in New York City.

Some Haiku

I.  

Her fruit was damn good –

(Except the part she choked on)
A pit of despair.

I.

Hand in hand we'll go –

Soft and hard – We'll do it now!
Two nuts in a sac.

I.

Origami couch
(There) Lies discussion, lazy.
(Behind lips) – Linens.

I.

Nothing – is to spare.
(Day) After your special day.
(Butter moves) – Downtime.

I.

On the contrary!
Despite what you may have thought
Daylight is techno!

I.

I am tired of
Standing on the shoulders of
Old fogey giants.  

Others

I.

Remember your dead?
A rose sprung from your mouth –

I swallowed yours hard.

II.

Suppose that you rose
To befriend once again. Could
You leave me my dreams?

III.

You widdled your hands
There is nothing left to write
Down on stone – your knife.

Others

I.

Walk slowly into
The answers  young bird your
Breathing's in question

I.

Sisters move through doom
Put down the mirror – Hold up
Comb the sun through it

I.

Father sugar cube
Sun stroke tales – rocky sail boats
This plus this is this

Berryman Tea

You are walking along the ragged
edge of tonight. The moon is a pendulum –

you resist its intentions.
Trust coming in neatly wrapped gifts,
you want them to stay that way –

settled – like holiday.
  
Berryman is in your cup of tea – whispering:
"Hiss, hissh, I weally wike yew."
  
You think about swallowing but
love the way he dances on
your tongue. You want to be
the song he's lost in – so
  
You start to sing –        Gulp. Gone.
You   forgot  the   words – (panic)
You  let  him  drown –      (oh no).
  
In a moment of weakness the moon catches you –

stark.
You are drifting towards it with sweaty frog palms.
You put it on your tongue – it's valium – it's  
control.
  
You want to unwrap those small
gifts are temptation – resistance is
neither the suit you wear or something pocketable.
Beginning to unwrap themselves (of course)
you care less about what
they have inside.  The mess of the wrappings
satisfy enough. The trust
has been ripped.
You come to  on  the smoother curve of the sun
 
Slide soaking   into
You
are  waking.

Look nice.

The problem with words is
they lie.  In the ground you are
burying apples.  Smiles
go miles.  Just get away.
 
Overstimulii is two blue octopuses.
The family is a carton.  The mother has
one arm and no voice.  Call her
small ears, faggots.  Carrots.
 
The floor is soft when
the floor is peas.  Peace is hard
when words lie.  People die left outlet.
In your chest pocket you saved your savior.  Now what
 
to do.  Is done ever going to?
You left your tentacles out in the rain.
Hear those icicles.
Look nice for tears.