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Dorothea Lasky

2018 Greg Grummer Poetry Contest

Judge: Dorothea Lasky Deadline: March 18, 2018 Prize: $500 and publication in phoebe 47.2 (online issue) Entry Fee: $9 Submission Size: 3 to 5 poems per submission, totaling no more than 10 pages. Dorothea Lasky is the author of five books of poetry, the forthcoming Milk (Wave Books, 2018), as well as ROME (W.W. Norton/Liveright, 2014) and…

Book Review: SFWP Annual: Selections from the SFWP Quarterly

SFWP Annual: Volume 1 Selections from the SWFP Quarterly Editor: Melanie J. Cordova Contributors: Samantha Edmonds, “How to Be” Kelli Jo Ford, “Terra Firma” Sadie Hoagland, “Dementia, 1692” Randon Billings Noble, “Moon and the Man” Kerri Pierce, “Better Than Six” Emily Rems, “Absolution Bake Shop” N. R. Robinson, “Our Institutions” June Sylvester Saraceno, “Buttercup Chain”…

Book Review: The Missing Girl by Jacqueline Doyle

The Missing Girl Jacqueline Doyle Black Lawrence Press, 2017 ISBN: 978-1-62557-983-6 When it comes to narratives on missing and abducted girls, we normally explore titillating, abhorrent, and violent story arcs, for understandable reasons. But, Jacqueline Doyle’s chapbook of flash fictions, The Missing Girl, gives a deeper sense of abhorrence and haunting in the sheer simplicity,…

Nightphysic

Issue 39.2 Fall 2010 Janann Dawkins   Chalk clouds scrawl the starlit black, the dust of heat and space, the galaxies puffed into clusters. Relation: Earth is a pencil head, nub of meaning, less than the grain that orbits it. A meteor, graver than its neighbors, swerves: it means to pock, it moves unanswered. Apocalyptic…

Warming

Issue 39.2 Fall 2010 Janann Dawkins   The chlorophyll remains in leaf: the limbs retain their hair: the trees do not believe the sun will set on them. They think the film of heat is normal—that it will revive their energies. Their organelles deceive them. Arctic air is coming: the frigid winds decelerate, creep at…

Toward the Burning Lamp

J. Michael Martinez   after “The Movement of the Universe” c. 1450-1500 Flemish, possibly Tournai tapestry 415 x 800 (163 3/8 x 315) Museo de Santa Cruz, Toledo “Thus adorned with the fixed stars the sky revolves under the pole both through the region of the North Wind and the South Wind; according to their…

Given away

Killarney Clary   Given away. This is the end of the longest night. We are never certain; often the darkness is all of all of us, but here is the loose end of a spiral we hadn’t even noticed. I will believe what I see until, between the shadows, the circles turn to crescents, or…

She’s worried about the roll of the boat

Killarney Clary   She’s worried about the roll of the boat. He will sit wherever she wants, asks her if she’d like to lie down. She lays her head against her sweater on his lap and they both close their eyes, a few of his fingers tucked under her upper arm, his other hand ordinary…

I list in my mind what I have left to do

Killarney Clary   I list in my mind what I have left to do. I don’t need to do anything. I am this close to the heart of my life. Nothing left to buy; I’ve written a last postcard. “Let me come inside,” I plead. Inside what, and who’s to answer? What remains is my…

Maybe they’re all singing to themselves

Killarney Clary Maybe they’re all singing to themselves, alone in malls, against foot traffic on sidewalks. A small dark boy kneeling, rubs the chest of a limp man in the parking lot of the 7-eleven; he’s done this before. I can feel the inside of my skin. Don’t Walk/Walk. I am a package that moves…