Poetry and poets.
By: Douglas Wolk
Sore and bobbing, here’s my jeremiad…
By: James Parker
The upbringing of Kullervo: “And so he grew sebaceous/and turned into a teen.”
It’s vexatious to perch like Saint Simeon…
The paths of the Sacred Hat Genie…
“What are the implications for mental health/of being an amnesiac super-functional self?”
Vainamoinen: “Wherever I walk, I step in golden turds of language.”
“Clammy with questions, he blundered around/and I took him without a sound.”
Interdicted from tunneling through it…
“I tied my heart to the tail of a cat/Too heavy, too heavy/It broke the cat’s back.”
“It’s Langley again, the goddamn CIA,/whom you are obliged to inform that Jason Bourne just got away.”
In the groin of a tree, as green as lichen,/there sits an old boy with his hormones spiking.
“Alaska, Alone” — a BOURNE poem by James Parker
“Meet at midnight, beside Meztal Bay.”
By: Joshua Glenn
Celebrating thirteen HiLo Heroes about whom we wrote in 2015.
By: Karinne Keithley Syers
Poetry as a life-saving form of thought.