June 30, 2018

SUBMISSION PERIOD FOR THE SIXTEENTH ANNUAL DOGFISH HEAD POETRY PRIZE OPENS MAY 15, 2018!

Submission Guidelines

The sixteenth annual Dogfish Head Poetry Prize for the winning book-length manuscript by a poet residing in the Mid-Atlantic states (DE, MD, VA, PA, NJ, NY, WV...

June 30, 2018

BARELY BREATHING 

Even my bones are asleep and only the sky is alive.

I think I feel your fingertip circling the birthmark

on my collarbone (bruised by cupid’s arrow, you used to say)

but it’s only a ladybug, good-luck omen,

halted mid-flight.

Magnolia blossoms carry souther...

June 30, 2018

MAJOR MUSIC STUDIOS  

The glitter of a drum set caught my eye

but I told Mom

as we passed by the gold trombones

in the shop window

that someday I wouldn’t mind

learning guitar. But I was surprised

how quickly she ushered me into the shop

where a cluster of cowbells clanked at...

LIFE, TIME, & FORTUNE   


 

I have looked out to the ocean and wondered why we ever crawled out,

why, some sunny day, we followed the glistening coin of the sun

out into the air and have not stopped chasing it since. We have been

plagued by an affixation with shining, gold...

June 30, 2018

Sign of the Good Eye

Took a while, but I finally found someone

who would do it, who would make

a homemade sign for outside my door

that reads no war or violence permitted in life

which is the first sign that came to my mind

after the no solicitors sign we’d ordered came in.

S...

June 30, 2018

Though it gets dark earlier and earlier

you were already weakened at birth

–without a shrug let go things

the way each grave is graced

used to being slowly moved along

blossom and in your mouth

a somewhat pebble half fruit

half sweetened, not yet

broken apart in your throat

–yo...

June 30, 2018

Doppelgängers

When I was younger, women often

took me aside to say how much

I looked like someone else:

a dead lover, a son, a brother.

Some of my doubles wore glasses

or had the same oversized lips.

One hanged himself after dinner

in the garage. Another forgot

his lunch pail...

June 30, 2018

Karen Paul Holmes

No Such Thing as Distance

Terrapin Books, $16

My interest was instantly captured by the riveting cover of Karen Paul Holmes’ No Such Thing as Distance. It appears to be a watercolor collage viewed through a kaleidoscope. The perspective is that of trave...

June 30, 2018

Lying down and looking up

Underneath the hydro towers

dandelions splotch their leaves flat.

Their stems reach up to the lines

and hold the biggest little electric yellow sparks next to the Sun,

balance them there beneath the wires for a week.

Then each bulb turns into a clou...

June 30, 2018

Fistful of Glass Beads

I thought how lucky to live so long,

to travel so widely, succeed at disparate callings,

to have known that Mardi Gras trampoline lust,

that “Throw me sometin’ mister”-- reach or bust.

That’s a life, I thought.   And now to boot,

the voodoo touch,...

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