Two Poems by Tracy Youngblom (fiction, ’03)

Two poems by Tracy Youngblom (fiction, ’03) appear in disquieting muses quarterly:

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even when it appears, the truth
can be ignored—one can close

one’s eyes to it, see what
is not there—transform it

into one’s own image: each label

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Three Sonnets by Robert Thomas (poetry, ’02)

Three sonnets by Robert Thomas (poetry, ’02) appear in disquieting muses quarterly:

Sonnet with Electricity and Glass Doors

I watch you walk out of our house, take off
your clothes, lie on the lawn, look at the stars,
and turn into a harp. Night flows through you,
and a blue music …. I can’t imagine
your sorrow or your rapture. Sprawled beyond
the thick glass doors, you become both ancient
and electric, vibrating in the ebb

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An Interview with Matt Hart (poetry, ’02)

Weston Cutter interviews Matt Hart (poetry, ’02) for The Brooklyn Rail:

MATT HART with Weston Cutter

This is now the third time I’ve interviewed Matt Hart for a publication, which seems strange simply because, when I first witnessed him, he sorta scared me. If you’ve seen him, you know: Matt’s engaged and loud at his readings, as interested in polyphony and aural dynamics as he is in transmitting verbal info (if you write, you likely leave his readings wondering why you’re not doing the same as he does, or at least that’s how I feel). [. . . continue reading full interview here.]

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“Biostitute” and “Our Country” by Dilruba Ahmed (poetry, ’09)

Two poems by Dilruba Ahmed (poetry, ’09) appear in Western Humanities Review:

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An excerpt from Rabbit Moon by Marian Szczepanski (fiction, ’97)

The opening of Rabbit Moon, a novel-in-progress by Marian Szczepanski (fiction, ’97), appears in Embark: 

Rabbit Moon

The French door in the den was wide open, the equivalent of a welcome mat for mosquitoes, which were more prolific than ever this spring. Audrey called the housekeeper’s name as she zigzagged between the sectional and baby grand piano. She nearly tripped over Larry’s Suzuki book, spread-eagled on the carpet behind the ottoman. Transferring it to the piano bench, she tried and failed to recall if he’d practiced his recital piece before they left for school. The morning had been a more frantic scramble than usual: Sarah’s math binder gone AWOL, Larry’s PE uniform still damp in the dryer. Just thinking about it made her forehead sweat—or was it the temperature? Despite the humming AC, the room felt nearly as muggy as the outside. How long had the door been left open? Audrey surveyed the backyard—no Carmen—and shut the door firmly. Then she heard an odd sound behind her. A high-pitched whine, like that of a dog wanting to go outside.

They didn’t have a dog.

Turning, she saw them in the kitchen. One tall, the other much shorter. Ski masks revealed only their eyes. The short one wore baggy denim overalls spattered with green paint. The tall one, in jeans and a plain black sweatshirt, aimed a pistol directly at her. [. . . continue reading here.]

“Subtle Is The Lord” by Mike Puican (poetry, ’09)

A poem by Mike Puican (poetry, ’09) appears in Triquarterly:

Subtle Is The Lord

In the Realm of the Five Senses what does desire attach to?
The wildness of the heart increases in the dark.
The absence of God only makes it wilder.
We lie in bed wearing bird suits. We sing.

The wildness of the heart increases in the dark.
You say, “Subtle is the Lord; my head is tied to a pole.”

[. . . to continue reading, and for audio of the poem, click here.]