Poetry

My Personal Jesus

Jesus, you would freak me out, all that pulpy ooze / Leaking down your spear-driven ribs and, higher up,

The 2014 Confrontation Poetry Prize: Interstate

Memory drove me to the edge of town / and told me to get out. I refused:

A Violent Sound in Almost Every Place #161

I appreciate the risks of the postcard, the lovely,

Projectionist

There is nothing that I cannot show you,

Failed Therapy

The last card was marked. Only the loser cared.

The Uncertainty Principle

From the moment the patient becomes indistinguishable

Isaac’s Lament

He took the wood from me and bound my wrists

Poetry Reading: The 2013 Poetry Prize

Robert Snyderman reads his poem "Monastery for Sandy Hook Children and Teachers," winner of the 2013 Confrontation Poetry Prize, which appears in Issue No. 113, Spring 2013.

Preparing Announcements

The orange and garnet of evening roll through an open window,

The Dead Bat

Sometimes we want the sky,

Disneyland

I drive from L.A. to Anaheim
in Judy’s four wheel drive, over-murdered
with mileage and cigarette burns.

With Everything Opening, Pears, Magnolias, Cherry Petals, Apple, Dogwood

the dead bloom, planted so
long ago. You never expected
much from them. It’s as if