This is where I do my best thinking: seven feet off the ground on the roof of a dented dodge; one story up from doorsteps on silver- coated tar; leaning out windows […]
S&R Poetry: “On High Places Lit By Stars,” by Kathryn Errickson
S&R Poetry: Two poems by Colin Dodds
Our Ineluctable Deal Men fear for the cook in the kitchen, with her pint glasses of vodka. “She’s really needy tonight,” says the man to my left. “You know, we all have […]
S&R Poetry: “Stopped on the Delhi Metro,” by Janna Strain
Agla station… Jor Bagh… he. The next station is…Jor Bagh. I made paneer for the Marquis de Saag. My jokes make India Pale Ales blush. This is the third meditation where I’ve […]
S&R Poetry: Two poems by Krystol Stinson
An A Cappella Tribute Elvis Presley, God of the rowdy pelvis, was a Sun King in his own right. An elder of the Craft and a Most High Priestess of Elvis, says […]
S&R Poetry: “Rebuked,” by MJ De Angelis
Rebuked Because the thunderstorm needed watching, I rocked on the front porch to behold the night scolded by lightning. Above me a buzzing bulb drew a twisting cloud of insects. When they […]
S&R Poetry: Five poems from Samantha Milowsky
Untitled Send a god symbol through our daisy-chained heads— fix the fireflies in our throats, drown receivers for impending dreams, stammering the dulcimer, name me kin, gentle conquest of meat, torrents of […]
S&R Poetry: “Before there were headscarves.” by Margarita Prokofyeva
They were sorcerers, bringers of sunshine, gypsy queens shimmying down the hills of the pregnant earth, budding with life, crashing through the tunnels that once contained them. Minds like baby dragons trapped […]
S&R Poetry: “Eyebrows,” by Elizabeth Ballou
and they say that’s how Brooke Shields landed the 1980 spring issue of Vogue, after all – before those eglantine eyes made her a tabloid queen, it was her brows that floored […]
S&R Poetry: “Angel Lust,” by Michael C. Rush
the pedantic romantic his somatic compunction his chaste waste the static charge of arousal is just that, static, without the impetus of action the semiotic semi-erotics of formative fornicative experiences mislead without […]
S&R Poetry: “For Amien, Who Asks If I Still Write Poetry,” by Sarah Jordan Stout
I was at the bar, worried my hair looked like Frankenstien’s bride, admiring your tan arms. My hands wiped air like napkins I don’t know what I expected them to say— didn’t […]
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