pizzicati of Hosanna

Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk,
Is music. It is like the strain
waked in the elders by Susanna:

Of a green evening, clear and warm,
She bathed in her still garden, while
The red-eyed elders, watching, felt

The basses of their beings throb
In witching cords, and their thin blood
Pulse pizzicati of Hosanna.

– Wallace Stevens, Peter Quince at the Clavier

Anti-

Anti- Issue 3 is up and looking very good. Check it out. My poem the party is in it.

Anti- has also announced its Pushcart nominees. They include Poem by Jill Alexander Essbaum and The Preacher Man Saves Lily’s Soul (1914) by Nicolette Bethel. Go, guys!

tongues of the ocean

Scavella’s new project. Submit here.