Articles in Poetry
By Sophie Klimt
Every year around Christmas Uncle Ike would show upon our doorstep, wheezingly drunk, with his sleeping bag on his shoulder. In the morning we would wander downstairs to the frying smell …
Identical Fugitive Octopus
He drove to the edge of the city and parked the Subaru
in a long street he remembered from previous visits.
Nothing had changed. The small shop that sold
lace collars and haberdashery was still there
and …
Asking the Difficult Questions
Just as he might break into the deserted house,
sidle crabwise the sag-sad doorframe,
retract a steadying hand from its splintered lintel;
as he might scuff up dust and dead spiders,
the browned, thinly-strewn newsprint;
bat the …
Mojave
They saw themselves walking toward themselves
over peacock-feather lakes that weren’t there,
but they or their reflections disappeared
within touching distance. Father got drunk
using up the booze from the cabin to piss
pleas for help in the sand, but …
Topless Towers
I burnt my books decades before the rest,
showed up at night in empty lecture theatres
advertised as classes in forgetting.
According to instructions, I bin-bagged
the dead and piled them up on the corner
and though they were …
