Poetry Only
Spring 2014. Vol. 36 No.4
Each poem in CV2’s spring 2014 “Poetry Only” issue is listening deep into the stirred silence of the page. Where once there was emptiness, a poem; where once there was attention, voice: 25 poets careening for your ear! Here reside disturbed ponds, otter-tailed exclamations, interstellar field static, oceanic fault lines, silent synapses, glacial angels, northern ghost-farms, skeleton councils, phantom dollhouses, sub-island descents, and debt, much debt—inherited, historical, environmental—to reconcile.
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by Jim Johnstone
Between hedgerows your mind’s fox slows its feet, stills the thistled fleece it tows behind. Fleece or flag...
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by Larissa Andrusyshyn
Her pain is shown against the head of a match for scale. She vanishes in cold seasons: diapause. ...
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by Carolyn Marie Souaid
Space is not neutral. It depends on who inhabits it & how. Here, it’s imbued with impulse. It breathes. It...
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by Christine Fellows
The Porcupine caribou took a dive a quill’s breadth above the 66th just as the lake disappeared ...
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by Katherine Leyton
He used a fire escape to walk out of your life. Back inside, the floors are polished, the heartbreak...
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by Owen Lucas
It is ivory, or marble — Some blinding material else, Some godbone out of the Shadow of a singularity — It...
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by K.I. Press
My father enters heaven, smiling his big smile, the one that could have signaled pain. Let’s get you hooked up,...
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by Jim Nason
The clock falls back and the cat doesn’t give a damn about the hour. She howls at five and five-ten;...
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by Maurice Mierau
for Carl Ridd, 1929 – 2003 His orange sweater damaged your hearing it was that loud. Outside the diesel of Greyhound...