Poetry

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

The Untold History of Central Florida Land Development, 1998–2007

Haven't you had enough of 3:27 a.m.? Even the crickets
are woozy. The mind's eye a rotoscope, sexy as a sucking
ceiling fan. Blackmail jitters with a distraction; make

Last Letter from Starbuck

(The former first mate of the Pequod is permitted
one last communication after his tragic end.)

So I was dead. The question of the whale

Why Fairy Tales Are Gothic

Sun lights the geese, and the gander
glides along the route of his reflection.
He’s attentive, takes his time