by Callie S. Blackstone | Mar 17, 2023 | Poetry
Peabody museum closed for renovations, March of 2020 by Callie S. Blackstone https://consequenceforum.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/peabodymuseum.mp3 We met under the octopus, tentacles suspended over us,gathering us in. I will return here over and overafter the war...
by Jennifer Franklin | Jan 5, 2023 | Poetry
Clocks will still mark time. Only speechesby the president under siege will sound true. Bombedcities that refuse to fall will be decimated. Spring will stallas if waiting for war to end before it can arrive.Monuments will stand, protected by sandbags,as children cry....
by John T. Leonard | Oct 14, 2022 | Poetry
It’s everywhere today; the wildfire of helicopter blades, what you hearwhen the furnace kicks on, a beggingvoice and an airstrike of unholy smiles.But it’s not something you could tell your sisteras she accidentally pours raspberry iced tea over your hands; the black...
by Stefan Lovasik | Jul 30, 2022 | Poetry
for Dan Ryan After we spoke of the dead at Giờ Linh and Cồn Thiên, I thought of the bird that came to nest ina dead tree; the deep rhythm, melody as she built it stick by stick, bringing mud and wet leavesand bits of paper to mortar it into place; the exquisite...
by Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto | May 16, 2022 | Poetry
―with Uche Ezenwa-Ohaeto Something sits on my heart like night sits on day:A verdant lush too heavy to pass through my throat.In one night, rivers redden where bone-rubble, limbs float.Here, mother is a name for a woman whose children do not return home after...
by Leo Fernandez Almero | Apr 21, 2022 | Poetry
Now that you have decided to stayaway, I have given up finding the quietgestures that lie behind us. What matterscannot just be found in corners of what wasonce your home. I have muted your imprintin the last photograph we took as the plumeof dawn washed over us and...
by G.P. Manson | Mar 2, 2022 | Poetry
silent under her gray-swept wingsthe wrinkled sands slide. over qalats, wadis,waters, all the brown earth she slips, waiting to go kinetic. in her belly the missile lies primed, dreaming its dream of falling death....
by Angeline Truong | Jan 1, 2022 | Poetry
The origin story is as follows: a fairy and a dragon fall in love, they fuck.Then they separate, each taking half of the eggs that would hatchinto the Vietnamese people, for the princess longed for the mountains,and the dragon longed for the sea. In the version my...
by Tom Sleigh | Dec 2, 2021 | Poetry
Scene of Achilles tending to Patroclus We are so proud and excited to publish WIDOWS, a new long poem by Tom Sleigh, which appears in full for the first time here at Consequence Forum. At Consequence, our focus is literature and art that examines the culture and...
by David Ferry Reading | Sep 10, 2021 | Poetry
In the years and months preceding the coronavirus pandemic, David Ferry could often be heard reading from his translation of Virgil’s Aeneid to audiences in and around Boston. Ferry always gave special attention to lines 241-289 of his Book XI, pointing out that this...
