Violent Glamour
Cuchulainn, o ancient celtic drag queenstruts her stuff onto the plain, sashays across the battlefieldintent on sowing pain and reaping lumpen carcasseswhich to...
Marsha Olitsky is a poet living in Philadelphia. Bourgeon is delighted and honored to provide a home for her first publication. She writes:
Growing up...
Tomatoes Tell The Truth
No smell matches
Just after a spray
The water taken quickly
The thanks immediate
They tell the truth
This universe of tomatoes
Persisting in dry baked days
Eager...
Editor's note: This poem was a finalist in the the 2021 Gaithersburg Festival Youth Poetry Contest.
The Rain of Today
The sputter of raindropson the steel...
Yellow Whistles, 2021
Buttercups sway in the wind on wispy stems, tiny fairies in grass forests, chirping silently of meadows and woods seeking to escape...
Our Pandemic Blues
my friend Jack tells me aboutthis new syndrome called surge depletion.
it’s likeour human batteries are running low after working so hard to...
Sky Song
Listen Up: Making Music from the Northern Lights – The Guardian, 12/22/2020
At the top of the North, Aurora hangs
curtains of shimmering light across...
stars melt in your skin
for R.M
quiet nights held inside your hands like water waitingfor the chance to become your ladder.
you first reminisced, as if...
After William Carlos Williams
So much
De
Pends
Uponthe dazed chickens
Fraughtwith meltwater
Besidesthe demonic and menacing
Icecream truck
Thatcirculates the neighborhood
Withan off-key kilter tune:
(Davidsings-“ dee bee dee bee dee bee boop...
