Poetry
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IMAGINING OKJÖKULL FROM CASCO BAY
photo by Allison Guan
by Julia Morrison
The tree has too many hands
for me to trust it’s from anywhere
but the future
I keep trying to leave
you before night
falls out of my body
Too many birds
at bedtime
I don’t have enough blue left
for another morning
Oleander tephra, volcanic ash and glass
layers of the glacier under the microscope,
otherwise we don’t see it.
The noise and snow of the image
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“ZOUNDS!” a review, and an interview with Aleksander Zywicki
by Rebecca Endres
ZOUNDS! does not lallygag. From the moment the raw, clear-eyed book of poems opens, Aleksander Zywicki brings religion and torn flesh to the forefront of his imagery. Consider the transmutation in “The Sign of the Cross” from the first section:
my dead father has risen
his arm to hang
the wrenching Christ
above our dinner table
& my eyes like wounds
are always opened
In this childhood memory, the father figure, who looms over early memories and haunts his son from the grave for the rest of the book,
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Patriarchy Rhymes
photo by Yasser Alaa Mobarak
by Johnna Schmidt
J.M. Schmidt writes poetry, short fiction, and plays, and lives in the Washington D.C. area. Their work has appeared in the Beltway Quarterly Review, On the Issues, The Rush, the Little Patuxent Review, and is included in Dear Robot: An Anthology of Epistolary Science Fiction.They hold an MFA in fiction from University of Maryland, College Park.
Yasser Alaa Mobarak (b. 1993) is a multi-award-winning photographer represented by ZUMA Press from Alexandria,
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NYC Poetry Festival 2025
Come join LIT and The New School July 12th and 13th for the New York Poetry Society’s annual Poetry Festival weekend on Governor’s Island. Stop by The New School table number 5 for some pop up readings, Poetry RX, and mystery fun activities, and check out New School poets reading on a variety of stages on both days.
Schedule of TNS poets and events:
SATURDAY, JULY 12TH
12:30 PM: Poets House
THE BRINKLEY STAGE
Featuring New School poets Kate Millar, María Elisa Schmidt along with Elaine K. -
Three Poems from “Static”
art by Tiffany Babb
by Emily Barton Altman
the birds on the power wires
stretched down the street. French doors.
our plants are particular. I can’t seethe source of the sound.
an abandoned home improvement project.
a bowl of cherries.the whistle of the neighbor’s tea kettle, the low murmur
of inarticulate voices.
it’s a soft sound right now. the bodygets used to the rhythms.
a faint smell of lavender from the closet. it catches me
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Lost
by Derick Chan
for Pat, at the corner of Prince & Mott
We met one day in SoHo, right across
from Old St. Pat’s Cathedral. Through the crowds
I headed north and late for happy hour,
sharing an urban sense of self-reserve
to hardly hear a stranger’s call, but as
the sun began to sink between the rows
of city blocks I saw you tapping with
your cane against a row of Citi Bikes.
You called, “Can someone tell me where I am?
Can someone help me out?” Averted eyes
in answer: Yes,
