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September 26, 2024

POETRY
rows and rows

by Lorin Drexler

trash and meth
odors and vowel syllabics
police doing their job
everyone just doing their job
upholding shells... read more

 

August 15, 2024

POETRY
I Love Myself By Falling Into a Well of Sadness

by Ellen Wright

I take Donnie Hathaway with me though I’m going nowhere
          on a chilled night late in November, as A Song For You
repeats warming the cold corners of this room and relaxes read more

 

March 14, 2024

POETRY
Bather Drying Her Foot by Degas

by Richard Lufitg

She bends
               head to toe
like a ballerina
               stretching... read more

 

March 05, 2024

POETRY
An Invocation at the Window

by Melanie Huber

Before it cools off, before the scent flows around the house
into the yard through the long shade of the vacant lilac bushes,
out into the neighborhood tickling the nose of the neighbor’s... read more

 

February 16, 2024

POETRY
Humor Finds Their Marriage

by Maureen Sherbondy

Because of her husband’s hearing loss:

The hall light boobs need changing.
There’s perspiration and meatboats for stutter... read more

 

November 17, 2023

POETRY
Poems

by Sarah A Foote

Starstruck Curious U-Phoric Burgeoning Astronaut (SCUBA)

The sea of salt stars
is a gasping ache of space

Inner and outer, there are flickers
of recognition: each shell a planet... read more

 

September 11, 2023

POETRY
Nightingale Mode

by Jonathan Katz

           Do I wake or sleep?
            --- John Keats

I have quantified and abstracted everything
that could be measured... read more

 

May 11, 2023

Poems from Scholia

by Bryan Narendorf

Book 2 of The Iliad: The Catalogue of Ships

The south midlanders want
      whos and wherefroms. Damn your
contract. Damn commanders
      dead or left behind in... read more

 

March 10, 2023

Pastoral With Agroindustry

by Lillian Emerick Valentine

After the branch broke and the old
pig pen split I wasn’t thinking
about James Wright but how hard... read more

 

February 23, 2023

Gare du Nord

by Jeffrey Gray

We stood in the middle of the station.
You would remember
if you were alive:
she was shapeless harrowed shuffling ... read more

 

February 16, 2023

Artifice

by Elia Anie Kim

After I married, I visited my mother and saw that she had placed
a plate underneath the potted plant I gave her. It was the green ... read more

 

December 15, 2022

Children on a Visit

by Anthony Madrid

Some kinds of birds are hoppers.
Their research is mainly archival.
Children on a visit are only... read more

 

December 08, 2022

The Ladder of Abstraction

by Jonathan Duckwortht

As I pack books into cardboard
& shirts into trash bags
& my favorite mug (bubble-wrapped)... read more

 

June 16, 2022

Amaranth and Lily

by Sandie Seeger

I’m crushed that every charm, bottom, top, down,
and strange up, he commanded.
All those quark particles
moving close to the speed of light, were his... read more

 

June 16, 2022

Five Days in April
(I Hear My Mother’s Voice)

by Mary Foulk

Monday
Torrential rain and wind. I wait again, drinking
chardonnay in the dark dining room. The ceiling
needs repainting. Flakes chip and fall... read more

 

June 16, 2022

Ode To A Personal Boundary

by Heikki Huotari

You can't stand behind the president in camo and be
in the space force too. A convex combination of no atrophy, no
rigor mortis and no octopod...  read more

 

April 22, 2022

Kaddish

by Marina Weiss

That morning light held  
tight to the concrete. We threw  
dirt on the feet ... 
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April 14, 2022

Oblation

by Tanya Grae

I dreamt I was showing my brother around in Hell.
We started inside the house.
Everything was brown besides the white sheets
in the bedrooms. I let him look... 
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April 07, 2022

A Season in Hell with Rimbaud

by Dustin Pearson

TI dreamt I was showing my brother around in Hell.
We started inside the house.
Everything was brown besides the white sheets
in the bedrooms. I let him look... 
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March 31, 2022

Canticles

by Philip Fried

Who is this that comes from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with lamb skin and burnt gunpowder?

Behold, thou art fair, my love, behold thou art fair; standing behind the wall like a roe or a young hart, looking out from blast-resistant windows... 
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March 24, 2022

The Interview

by Jessica Jewell

Everyone has a fruit story if you grew
up east of the Wall in somewhere Berlin,
Warsaw, Budapest, Subotica.
Every dad every uncle every brother... read more

 

March 10, 2022

That Our Affections Carry Themselves
Beyond Us

by Brandon Lewis

How much longer can this girl run naked
along the shore?

It’s my turn to leave her,

ride the red kayak out until she is a microscopic dash below
my wife’s loose hair... read more

 

March 03, 2022

Advice from a Shrew

by Noel Sloboda

Before you landscape
this spring, upend all

those unseemly stones
strewn through your beds... read more

 

May 07, 2018

Monologue to the Moon

by Austin Sanchez-Moran

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About Austin Sanchez-Moran

Austin Sanchez-Moran received his MFA in Poetry from George Mason University. His poems and short fiction have been published or are forthcoming in RHINO Poetry, Denver Quarterly, and Salamander Magazine, among many others. Also, he had a poem chosen for the anthology, Best New Poets of the Midwest (2017).

Tonight, I can only answer you in large portions.
Do we still need a sitcom laugh track in a world of missing persons?

They said it was a good time for lilac, for plumbing, for urban plight.
This is how I’ll separate day from night... 
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March 31, 2016

April: Boro Zebebe

by James Sherry

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About James Sherry

James Sherry is the author of 12 books of poetry and prose, most recently Oops! Environmental Poetics. He is the founder of Segue Foundation and editor of Roof Books. He lives in NYC.

“Doesn’t know how to Talk,
Doesn't Drink,
Doesn't Smoke,
Doesn't chase Women... 
read more

 

In Translation

September 10, 2015

Beyond Elsewhere

by Gabriel Arnou-Laujeac
translated from the French by Hélène Cardona

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About Gabriel Arnou-Laujeac

Fjords Review, Gabriel Arnou-Laujeac Gabriel Arnou-Laujeac is the author of the acclaimed Beyond Elsewhere (Èditions du Cygne, 2013). Publications include Petite anthologie de la jeune poésie française (Éditions Géhess, 2009), Le livre de la prière (Éditions de l’Inférieur, 2013), Les Citadelles, Poésie Directe, Littérales, Polyglotte, Recours au Poème, Testament, 3è Millénaire and L’Opinion indépendante. He contributed to the book Irak, la faute, with Alain Michel and Fabien Voyer (Éditions du Cerf, 2000). He graduated from Sciences Po and holds a Master’s degree (Fondements des Droits de l'Homme). He also studied philosophy and Eastern poetry.

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About Hélène Cardona

Fjords Review, Hélène Cardona Hélène Cardona is an award-winning poet, literary translator and actor. She taught at Hamilton College & Loyola Marymount University, and received a Master’s in American Literature from the Sorbonne and fellowships from the Goethe-Institut & Universidad Internacional de Andalucí a. She is the author of Dreaming My Animal Selves (Salmon Poetry, 2013); Beyond Elsewhere (White Pine Press, 2016), her translation of Gabriel Arnou-Laujeac; Ce que nous portons (Éditions du Cygne, 2014), her translation of What We Carry by Dorianne Laux; and The Astonished Universe (Red Hen Press, 2006).
She is notably published in Washington Square, World Literature Today, The Warwick Review, Plume, Poetry International, Dublin Review of Books, Irish Literary Times, Periódico de Poesía, & Recours au Poème.
She co-edits Fulcrum: An Anthology of Poetry and Aestehtics and Levure Litté raire and co-edited Dublin Poetry Review.

Excerpt from Beyond Elsewhere by Gabriel Arnou-Laujeac, forthcoming from White Pine Press in 2016, translated from the French by Hélène Cardona... read more

 

Photoem

September 24, 2015

Structures in Decline

by Francis DiClemente

For this art project I explored the city of Syracuse, New York, where I reside, as well as my nearby hometown of Rome, discovering buildings and structures in various states of disrepair or decay; most of the buildings in Syracuse stood within walking distance of my apartment building... read more

 

March 19, 2015

Agreed Upon Logic

by Charlie Weeks

 

March 05, 2015

A Glazed Moment of Confusion (words)

by Charlie Weeks