Best of Irish Poetry 2009
Best of Irish Poetry 2010

Editor: Matthew Sweeney



Songs of Earth and Light

Songs of Earth and Light
Barbara Korun poems translated by Theo Dorgan



Done Dating DJs
Done Dating DJs
by Jennifer Minniti-Shippey
Winner, 2008 Fool for Poetry Competition




Richesses: Francophone Songwriter Poets
Edited and translated by Aidan Hayes





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mark wagenaarMark Wagenaar is the 2013 winner of the James Wright Poetry Prize, the Poetry International Prize, & the Yellowwood Poetry Prize, the runner-up in the 2013 North American Review's James Hearst Prize & the 2013 runner-up (one of three) in The Missouri Review's Jeffrey E. Smith Editor's Prize.  He has also recently been named the University of Mississippi’s 2014 Summer Poet in Residence. His debut manuscript, Voodoo Inverso, was the 2012 winner of the University of Wisconsin Press' Felix Pollak Prize. His poems appear widely, and recent acceptances or publications include Field, Image, Ninth Letter, Tin House, the Florida Review, Washington Square, Sou'wester, The Missouri Review, The Pinch, and Blackbird. He and his wife, poet Chelsea Wagenaar, are doctoral fellows at the University of North Texas in Denton. He can be found on Twitter @MarkGWagenaar. 






Shortlisted in the Gregory O'Donoghue International Poetry Competition



Broken Sonnet: Last Sketch

                                         —de Chirico


His father has been unconscious in bed for days,

but something tells the boy this night is different:

the imperceptible breath that will hardly raise

a fog to the mirror. Or how the house has quieted,

                                                                 a hollow stent        

of silence in the starlit city’s arteries, the rest

of his family asleep, leaving him to his vigil.

He smoothes charcoal against paper, the portrait

                                                                 half-memory, half-guessed

in the room’s mothdark from a body length away, until


Papa looks back from the last night of his life.

Yet just off, somehow. Can you draw so close


to someone that you miss him entirely? A knife’s

edge between him & not him. Some part of him knows


he must fail. It will never be enough. The candles gutter:


dear lips, dear brow, dear closed eyes: 

                                                  (clock hammers midnight in the blood)

a portrait too familiar, too dear to recognize

                                                  (the other world calls back what was good).





©2014 Mark Wagenaar




Author Links


'As the Commentators Break Down the Baseball Stats': a poem by Mark Wagenaar in Yalobusha Review

'Carnival Nocturne': a poem by Wagenaar at Verse Daily

'Abel, Almost Asleep in a Field': a poem by Wagenaar in Tupelo Quarterly

'Speak, Again': a poem by Wagenaar in TriQuarterly








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