Source & Method
Source & Method
Sarah J. Sloat
Three Visual Poems
by disorder
by pressing
by the tremendous beauty of a halo
Many Days
2 Collages
Remarks
A new course
4 Collages
This Year Will Take from Me
End of the Empire
Silence, I Discover, is Something You Can Actually Hear
Climate
History & Hate
Growing Time
Three Visual Poems
Echoes
Beating
Two Thousand Yards
of natural things
A man covered in gray dust was walking. He was very far away, but he never stopped walking. He was walking to find me. No matter how long it took, he would find his way up the steps to my door. My family was sitting on the couch in front of the TV. I was in the other room. They couldn’t hear me. It was as if I was pressed between glass. I felt so lonely, and the gray man was walking up the steps to the door and then knocking on the door and then pounding and then trying to push the door in. It’s an old story, told over and over and over again. I’m just telling it one more time. We know that something is very wrong and we are living it.
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Lindsay left the reception early
gone back to her villa
running around naked
one thing after the next
painting her nails
looking at her phone
while DJing one event
speaking in a British accent
playing Brandy’s “The Boy Is Mine”
jewelry stolen at the nuptials
but a rep declared
“None of those things are true.”
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I don’t remember when
the girl of myself turned her back
and walked away
for a while lost
in the ignorance of loving
someone or something, the world shrunk
to mouth-size
I am so distant from the hope of myself
My days and nights pour through me like complaints
and become a story I forgot to tell.
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade
Soon I will raise my face for a white flag,
and when God enters the fort,
I won’t spit or gag on his finger.
I will eat it like a white flower.
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Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad is a Sydney poet and artist. She’s a member of the North Shore Poetry Project, and Authora Australis, and has been widely published in both print and online literary journals and anthologies.
“You can go to the mouth of any great river
and pull out a handful of water
that’s flowing from it and say,
where did it come from?
To trace it back, okay,
and this is what we’re dealing with here,
we’re talking about microscopic events,
as it were,
and undistinguishable, undetectable events.
The melting of a single snowflake,
as it were, okay?
The advent of spring,
and the combination of other forces
perhaps,
and the ultimate, uh, result
that we appreciate
which is the river itself.”
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Mark Mahemoff is an Australian poet, critic and psychotherapist. He has published four books of poetry and his work is represented internationally in journals like Prism International in Canada, Kavya Bahrati in India, Kunapipi in Denmark, and Antipodes in the US. His most recent book is Urban Gleanings (Ginninderra Press, 2017)
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Dawn Corrigan was a classmate of Craig Arnold’s at the University of Utah in the ’90s. She hopes he’s enjoying his next manifestation.
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Gail Goepfert, an associate editor at RHINO Poetry, is a Midwest poet, teacher, and photographer. Her publications include a chapbook, A Mind on Pain, 2015, Tapping Roots, 2018, and Get Up Said the World which will appear in 2020 from Červená Barva Press. More at gailgoepfert.com.
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Dale Patterson dabbles in whatever interests him: art, writing, gardening, life.
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David R. Bublitz is the son of a veteran. He completed an MFA at the Oklahoma City University Red Earth program, and his first full collection of poems, Combat Pay, was published by Main Street Rag Publishing Company in March 2020.
Only the roof ……split.
People pushing forward to devotion.
Due to the law of increase and emptiness,
…………autumn is ………..impossible.
…………New seed ………..can develop,
depends on the earth giving to a mountain.
Benevolent tranquility begins from below:
…………………people on the rise
………………………………………must wait.
…………..A view of danger:
disturbed, isolated, extreme
…………………………………downfall.
Opposition to self can no longer
be endured………. Forces no longer
submit.
…………………….Fruit falls, seeds sprout.
…………………….Nature destroys itself.
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Patrick Pfister’s recent books, Far From Home and North Beach Hotel, are available from Spuyten Duyvil Press. His poetry book, El Camino and Other Travel Poems, was published by Literary Laundry. He lives in Barcelona, Spain.
I was thinking about light coming in
through white curtains,
the smell of ocean and sage
and fresh laundry. I felt beautiful
but also interrupted.
The woman’s voice was a bird, flying
in a hot wind, battered,
you enjoy anything you’re good at.
She was as proud as if she
herself created the meadowlark.
She reminded me of the tarot card
twenty-seven names for tears.
I just wanted to eat regularly.
This was not about being forgotten.
That year I craved suitcases,
I was making altars inside them.
It all seemed wrapped in plastic,
unreal like stewardesses, returned
like a slide show. I laughed, bitter
as nightshade. She was my life raft,
my turtle. On a full moon night
something moved her.
We slept on a new beach,
she ordered peach tea,
I sketched naked. How lovingly
she arranged the dark leaves,
the white blooms. The hot wind blew
and blew and would not stop.
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A brand-new MFA graduate and Jessica Moore couldn’t be more proud. Slightly less exciting–she works for the judicial branch of North Carolina. No pets, unless you count kayaking, running, and a cold IPA
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Dana Guth is a writer, artist, and educator living in Portland, Maine. She recently graduated with an MA in Writing & Publishing from Emerson College.
found in an interview with Fiona Banner
It’s quite hard to believe
they are, in fact, without
language. A full stop
(I didn’t know what that was
exactly): a pause or an end
it’s a breath in-between. The people
might be the letters. Becoming real.
Solidifying. Like a sentence
from which the words have been removed, these
things have just popped out from fiction.
They made my father realise
how beautiful the trees are.
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Cai Draper is a poet from South London. His work appears in various anthologies, magazines and journals. Sometimes he hosts poetry events with Arts at the Assembly House, and organises free workshops at the Book Hive. @DraperCai
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Isabella Barricklow writes and teaches in Madrid, Spain. She studied English at Central Michigan University. Her work appears in Dunes Review, Third Wednesday Magazine, Cimarron Review, and on Poets.org. Find her on Instagram: @isabellabarricklow, Twitter: @BellaRose221, or Isabellabarricklow.weebly.com.