Post Road makes only a small part of its content available on the Web. Purchase the print edition to enjoy the issue contents in full.
The goldfish spins, fan-tail
spread like fingers on fire.
It fast-forwards for days—
Figure-eights a whirling fury...more
from Two Poems by Alex Lemon
Those Georgia Sundays + Litany by Patrick Phillips
In Georgia, too, my father got up early,
wearing piss-stained boxers in the August heat,
then with yellow hands that reeked of Vantage
Ultra Light 100s, made the A/C shudder....
Everyone who kisses is going on a kissing spree.
Looks like the space between whirring helicopter blades.
You can make a lot more money saying yes
than saying no. In a twilight of underwater summers
the disease of kissing marches forward,
strumming our hamstrings slack.
Sometime in your life you will look at clouds
...more
from Two Poems by John Colburn
First Why + And How by Sharon Dolin
By fire. By stammering. Stoning. By water.
By hook. By wandering. By the seat of.
By being there. By phone.
By election. At home. By the side
of. With butterflies. By rote....
Casa Blanca by Henrik Nordbrandt - Translated by Patrick Phillips
I dreamed of a house by the sea, so white
it was no dream.
The summer night so divinely clear
that summer had long since gone....
|
