Two Poems

Two Poems

  Theodicy —Bellow’s Massacre at Dinant and The German’s Arrive The clergy raise their gooseneck arms to the God who wouldn’t soften the steel of bayonets while the dust clouds from German boots through the next town piggyback the countryside. The butcher holds his...
Two Poems

Two Poems

  Majda Gama was a finalist for the 2017 Neil Shepard Prize in Poetry   The Verse of Opening   The table we ate at is bare. Hours ago our fast broken at sunset & cannon-strike with apricot paste & Kingdom dates. The sugar stirred us awake to the shorba made...
Two Poems

Two Poems

  John Sibley Williams was a finalist for the 2017 Neil Shepard Prize in Poetry   Piñata Body broken into. All the sweetness torn out. Brightly dyed paper flakes linger in the grass as if someone has sanded down the sun. The husk of an animal hangs loosely from a sky...
Regrets

Regrets

  So many of my adult friends have filed complaints against their fathers,   thick dossiers residing inside heavy metal cabinets marked D for disappointment—   the alcohol, the silences, the parsimony of soul— embodiments of the distances and distress,   the crippled...
Two Poems

Two Poems

  Erin Hoover was a finalist for the 2017 Neil Shepard Prize in Poetry   Gifts Some mornings at my office in Midtown, post-9/11, shopping bags appeared on my desk. In them, four-inch Louboutins, a vintage bomber, Japanese stationary, a Dior tote stuck with a Post-it,...
Two Poems

Two Poems

  BEHOLDEN I remember running into a tenement building, up to the second floor, then looking out a hall window where my friends were doing the duck walk to prove they weren’t drunk. Jeff had thrown a book at a storefront window, setting off the alarm. We were...
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