Harp & Altar
POETRY
Edmond Caldwell

Susan Daitch

Luca Dipierro

Craig Foltz

A.D. Jameson

Matthew Kirkpatrick

Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi

The Autonomous University Is in Ruins
Matthew Klane

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                 Nausea        Spikenard,

quince, oleander.

Kiss me on the mouth.

My jaw,

a sonnet of myrtle

swoon.

My maw

has no bottom.

 

 The Autonomous University            is in ruins.

Te amo,

croon of swampy

crocuses.

Te amo,

dizzy pompoms,

grandiloquent soliloquy,

riot police.

 

       Chamomile           I am a wounded quiver.

You—tambourine.

I feel swollen,

drubbed,

pistil-whipped.

You spy the sublime Fool.

 

Yours Truly,