51Jul 23, 2019
There are flies in your lungs Wings plastered that never left From inhaling too long Mouth open in the dark You never Slept when it was raining Emily Barker is a student at Western Washington University. Her poems are forthcoming in Fearsome Critters and Jeopardy Magazine.
Written by: marathonlitreview on July 23, 2019. 52Jul 23, 2019
At the Precise Moment of the Solstice Lie in a wheelbarrow like a sack of potatoes, clumps of earth still clinging to your plump, moist body – you’ve been buried so long, you still smell of soil – and let your head dangle over the front edge of the barrow, so you can see both […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on July 23, 2019. 53Jul 23, 2019
we leave our names in hands always letting go on purpose Never answer So they fall a little short and huddle closer together Long for someone to take them home Or even just the thought of someone till the moon forgets its own and all that is left is this mist trailing twine below our […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on July 23, 2019. 54Feb 11, 2019
Nikoletta Nousiopoulos is a mother, wife, and poet who resides in Southeastern Connecticut. She published all the dead goats in 2010 with Little Red Tree Publishing. Some of her poetry has appeared in Tammy, Pioneertown Literary Journal, Thin Noon, Meadowland Review, and others. She is taking some time off as an adjunct professor of writing […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 11, 2019. 55Feb 11, 2019
I could have died that morning and no one would have been the wiser. The thieves fled on foot. Nobody chased them. She pointed the pistol at him and said, All right, you bastard, this is it. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and I knew she could never love me. […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 11, 2019. 56Feb 8, 2019
After Donald Keefe’s Lightwell (Au Sable Forks Papermill) (2016) Even with light beaming through the stilted arch like erasure, the old mill calls out its name in shadows, as shadows take occupancy in the fore and on the fringes, run the core cutter, feed pulp through the headbox, and reminisce in the sparse breakroom situated […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 8, 2019. 57Feb 8, 2019
Let’s fall down the well, kissing; take our time, sweeten buckets. Michael Hoerman is a poet from the Ozarks. He is the author of Bad Rotten (2004) and Disoriented Fascination (2018). Some of his more than 100 published poems first appeared in the Arkansas Literary Forum, Big Muddy, Chiron Review, Eureka Literary Magazine, Potomac Review, […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 8, 2019. 58Feb 8, 2019
Somewhere in the multiverse, somewhere past a black hole, I turn right at a silver asteroid and coast into the strings of a cosmic suburbia to find a house that looks like mine. I serve dinner to Charles and Leonardo who laugh when they see each other— looking-glass faces and beards, mirror minds bubbling with […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 8, 2019. 59Jul 26, 2018
Depression the sun becomes the luna & the moon becomes the sol & I turn the shower on & there you are a white noise so loud so white my skin looks browner than ever I use shampoo twice & my feet drown in bubbles: it’s only mid-february & already I feel christmas will never […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on July 26, 2018. 60Jul 26, 2018
You were caught day-drinking in the shadows of an angel, with your lips chapped to the pin-point crack of a china cabinet, the black death plaquing your under eyes like a disease, knees shaking like the catholic church — it’s the middle ages sneaking up on you. It is the fall of the romans. And […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on July 26, 2018.