From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun May 5 19:21:23 2013 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 5 May 2013 22:21:23 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] MICHAEL JOSEPH WALSH Message-ID: PORGI, AMOR Weather permitting I fold myself into you and other shapes. I put my face on the menu, muscles over the fire, and it’s a good feeling to know my life is over your head. Now you’re behind the lens poking through like a breathing sometime crisis, a note of pure threat in reverse, and these are the facts as you need them. The birds clump up. Your corners form point by threatening point and it gives me a terrible idea. It calls for wading into the sun, eccentric see-sawing, rubbing my teeth on screen. It puts this huge question right in front of us, which is just what we’ve been screaming about, the plunge, the panting corridor full to bursting with gravity and ruined conversation. This way I can’t know the future and won’t grow into it. This way I let my feelings live somewhere across town and let a whole year go by. They say the inanimate life is wild and shiver-inducing. Well it starts this afternoon. A dream. A micro-economy of cigarettes. I could have lived respectably, making a big wax doll and kissing it, but now I don’t remember how. It is the day after Christmas inside the boiling hood of a car and I am not to be unhappy. I am come from the city of the brain child. I think I may be in love. *Michael Joseph Walsh* currently lives in Fairfax, VA and is the poetry editor for *Phoebe: A Journal of Literature and Art*. His work is forthcoming in *DIAGRAM*, *Fence*, and *PANK*. -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun May 19 15:52:40 2013 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 19 May 2013 18:52:40 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] GREGG MURRAY Message-ID: NIGHTHAWK Try as I may, try as I might, halve this wish, bend oblique, in tact, alight. Perched, the murders of lampblack bust in the foreground. Shadows snip the narrows behind me, valleys gallow below in pernicious expanse. Eyes blank, without atom, flanked by turgid memory. In profile I am more massive, marble blue, vague ode to a windless plain, to the banality of contemplation, due diligence, to you, my cryptic apnea. *Gregg Murray* is an assistant professor of English at Georgia Perimeter College. His most recent poems can be read in *Horse Less Review,* *[PANK]*, *Ayris, *and *Word For/ Word*. Please visit his websitefor more information, including links to other published poems, essays, reviews, and scholarship. -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: