Poetry

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Cross­ings Poetry By Emma Shep­pard The first man I loved would prop the fridge open with his foot and chug two litres of water from  an old green soda bottle that we’d torn the label off of.    He’d…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Summer Help IV Poetry By Emilee Kinney Semi­trucks shed tires often without real­iz­ing, layers left behind until blown out to the rim. It’s hot at the end of the week and with all county medians mowed, foreman assigns…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Chair Poetry By Beneth Gold­schmidt-Sauer CHAIR (French, flesh)   When I try to tell you how a body becomes ceded ter­ri­to­ry I could start by telling you I can’t leave the car’s heater at 69 degrees.   Or…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA London, 2016 Poetry By Sneha Sub­ra­man­ian Kanta My first memory of London is rain— from inside Heathrow   cold air coming in every time someone enters the ter­mi­nal doors opening like page flaps   this morning, among the glow of elec­tric lights…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Maasweese­ex­ay (Mon­u­ment Moun­tain) By Bonney Hartley Thou face forget thy heart thy vision. Thou gaze on white vil­lages swarm­ing         hear   the old world nations drown And many go down   With the centuries…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Grade School Blues Poetry By Derk Otsuji I put olives on my finger tips—and made grapes of brine. I counted street lamps like beads of a rosary—on the cold walk home.   I drew with magic markers on the…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Ms. Peters and the Thou­sand Paper Cranes Poetry By Joanne Durham How can I make the world a better place while I’m still alive? –Sadako Sasaki, Hiroshi­ma   After Ms. Peters’ purple dresses sagged on her frail frame,…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Hive Mind Poetry By Mar­galit Katz Metal clangs and shriek­ing rever­ber­ate down the hallway before we’ve even hit 8am. My stu­dents found a dainty line of ants cas­cad­ing down their lockers is all   prob­a­bly drawn to a lunch­box left…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Trophy Poetry By Charles Carter My first land­lord had jowls like an old Walter Matthau and walls covered in exotic animal car­cass­es.  I’m getting married and want to add my spouse to the lease. Well. All right, he…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Col­lo­quy For The States-after Archibald MacLeish (1939) Poetry By Nina Bar­u­fal­di There’s talk, says Illi­nois    There’s always talk, says Alaska    There’s talk on the east wind, says Illi­nois    Talk about what? says South…