If my life is ever biography-worthy… LRR, February 1, 2015February 8, 2025 Who would I like to write about my…. Feeling alive? Ray Bradbury. “The grass whispered under his body. He put his arm down, feeling the sheath of fuzz on it, and, far away, below, his toes creaking in his shoes. The wind sighed over his shelled ears. The… Continue Reading
“Artifacts of Our Affection” By Amber West (2014) LRR, June 16, 2014June 16, 2017 Wallace Stevens Poetry Prize, Second Place (2014) When I notice mold in my toothbrush mug I remember the pigeons roosting in the airshaft: their toilet, their nest, our bedroom view dusk and dawn Monogamous, amorous, pigeons are known for their soft cooing calls Once I had three mugs. Gold-trimmed. Blond… Continue Reading
“Jean-Michel Basquiat’s Last One-Artist Show at the Baghoomian Gallery” By Kate Monica (2014) LRR, June 16, 2014June 16, 2017 Wallace Stevens Poetry Contest, Second Place (2014) Collins Literary Prize, Poetry Winner (2014) The passion’s bled out. I’ve split open all the oranges I possibly could to see the wet jewels shining like teeth in the sun and I’ve pushed my fingers into the meat of it and I’ve popped… Continue Reading
“The Wall” By Miller Oberman (2014) LRR, June 16, 2014June 16, 2017 Wallace Stevens Poetry Contest, Winner (2014) Once, drunk, and having just avoided a fight, the two walked outside from the dark dive smelling thrillingly of sour beer and sweat and clapping the blue pool chalk from their hands, they, coming to a boarded up construction site, made fists, their hair… Continue Reading