by Angela Voras-Hills | Jul 15, 2021 | Poetry
—after a photo of mannequins awaiting the 1953 atomic bomb test blast If it weren’t for the monochrome, we would know if her hair is white or blonde. We’re left to speculate. She could be his mother, but her skin tells no stories, smooth as plaster. Sitting beside the...
by Elaine Johanson | May 5, 2021 | Poetry
To create a battlefield, draw a line. then send renewable boys into stitch it down. Band, tourniquet:which half is supposed to die? Blood falling in, the earthonly more dark. Then green, green -as belt, ribbon, scar, strictly held spineaching down the center. Big...
by Greg Sendi | Apr 12, 2021 | Poetry
The Pastor and the Lobster by Greg Sendi https://consequenceforum.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/ThePastorandtheLobster28GregSendi29.mp3 (for Steve Hiatt) Hold sleep, the certain knot of peace,you’ve found her—church supper, in eulogy, changingmoney in the narthex,...
by Jehanne Dubrow | Mar 1, 2021 | Poetry
The Veteran in a New Field by Jehanne Dubrow https://consequenceforum.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/The_Veteran_in_a_New_Field.m4a Already, he has worked like this for hours, moving his scythe beneath the gold horizon. There’s stillness here. There...
by JS Alexander | Jan 15, 2021 | Poetry
On the way home, at Yaqoobi circle we hit that hard right angled turn and got the truck stuck like we have about a thousand other times. That turn always tricks somebody. We were working to clear the wreckwhen Hakmal’s truck behind us was flunghigh, flipped as if by...
by Carolyne Wright | Nov 17, 2020 | Poetry
Acrostic: Grandmother Mary and the Great War Could this be the river that burned?Under late summer’s waning moonyellow star-points of fireflies flashed onand off in evening’s mists, constellations rearranging themselves throughhaze high above avenue lamps that...
by LaWanda Walters | Oct 22, 2020 | Poetry
In memoriam: Clementa Pinckney and eight others murdered at Mother Emanuel It’s only here where I’ve seen the surf crimping into ruffled-up petticoats, the edges of olive and indigo skirts of wave, of glance, of flirt, of buff— Rococo cream frame for the rough tide,...
by Chris Barnes | Aug 17, 2020 | Poetry
We pull them on daily weighted with sentiment, one at a time; first over the toes, sliding past the arches, and finally tugging up and over the heel. We tightly knot the laces, tucking in the excess strings, fasten buckles, shine the scuffs off the toe cap, secure the...
by Mitch Manning | Jun 18, 2020 | Poetry
for Joan Sit under the tree long enough And you will be covered in blossoms We will all bury our loves In the cold earth of springtime Even if no one is there to watchOr bear witness or testament Even a hero’s song will end in oxygen machinesCount the...
by Glenn Mott | May 17, 2020 | Poetry
“ . . . there is nothing so coherent as a paranoid’s delusion or a swindler’s story.”—Clifford Geertz, in his study of Balinese cockfighting We’ve left the frontier with the blue helmets. There is always Schubert playing somewhere in a war zone.The commander puts...
