Author Archives: Nicholas Power

their lights have been left on so we can see how empty are their offices plants soon to be watered by people they will never meet in this towering cathedral of glass and steel the weave of metal roof beams … Continue reading →

from his own blue id in the instant that he sings out his melody we find a bridge a bandage for an injured ego then a bold opening to the sun not only for someone else but for his own … Continue reading →

in the zone of avoidance poetry is our sidereal instrument measuring the major and minor streets of the pinwheeling galaxy of our own city dust clouds the milky way, starlight scatters the view beyond our own dwarf galaxy obstructed if … Continue reading →

skewed façade of palsied houses failing software at the headquarters of sheen the mark of the anonymous palpable uninviting concrete announces what matters within in the processed city of business affairs view lower floors here the building’s only public knowing … Continue reading →

there’s my father’s ancient, rusting ship the one that I jumped from years ago grounded on this isolated, rocky shore where I wander beneath a sky full of light ocean glistening to the limitless horizon

We made him famous, with our busy mouths, this man who is more servant than bruised leader, petrified, tangled in his own lines, leaving the reporters cooling their heels. As for me, my lips have been sealed, as if in … Continue reading →

Here is your mask. Your mask is your mirror. Come with me to the heart of this darkened town. Set fire to the trees boxed in concrete full of phosphorescent woodpeckers Set fire to the display shelves of desiccated meat … Continue reading →

Black birds fly back to their distant mountain Resume the ancient shape where they began The lonely hand that bent them to their curve cannot hold them to their signature form See how others have bent their bows to fight … Continue reading →

September 19, 2016 Need Machine by Andrew Faulkner is compulsive reading. “This is about what just happened. / This is about what’s next.” (from ‘Incidental’) These are poems you want to carry with you on the subway and read between … Continue reading →

September 12, 2016 Julie Marie Wade has written one of those poems where the set-up, the tone and the language-play give the poet a unique poetic freedom. Beginning with the title, ‘Psalm in the Spirit of Dragnet’ – a spiritual … Continue reading →