2017-01-28 13:00
It’s Saturday night, dad hoists and sharpens his spear, mom spreads grease paint on her pregnant belly, climbs into her robe. I punch her inner navel. In her last performance, she watc… Read More
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Founded in 2016, Forage Poetry is a publication and community seeking to bridge the gap between industry and amateur poetry. Made up of a team of poets whose education in poetry has been largely self and community oriented, we at Forage believe that excel
2017-01-28 13:00
Even after a full bottle of St. Sulpice, it shouldn’t be hard to find La Place de la Concorde. Suivez les nuages du gaz lacrymogène. Follow the trail of tears wept on the barric… Read More
2017-01-28 13:00
In the moonlight, each boy casts a shadow on the field where two teams play in the Tournament of Champions. Dressed in their uniforms, knee-high socks, and lucky hats stained with sweat, the… Read More
2016-12-02 14:42
++++How do we face a world where our experiences and their impacts do not hold the necessary weight? Having read the poetry of Barton Smock for a few years now, this is a question I find mys… Read More
2016-11-05 12:00
“If you’re not at the table, you’re on the menu…” From the back yard we watch the storm burgeon tonight, the flashes of lightning within the clouds. It’s… Read More
2016-11-05 12:00
Sonnet Responding to Evil +++++++for Elie Wiesel 1928-2016 Evil, where do you exist? Branded on the forearm—A-771— of a Romanian born in 1928? Inside the minds of men? If t… Read More
2016-11-05 12:00
+++++First Moon In this great green room +++++of memory, +++++a telephone and red balloon, +++++and baby, +++++ah yes, the baby, +++++a round-faced +++++pummelo +++++plunked down on my lap… Read More
2016-11-05 12:00
The once and future king who never needed a sword: he of the outside way, the straight lick from a crooked stick, faded to the faintest whisper. Yes, yes, from time to time he would appear i… Read More
2016-11-05 12:00
With us, es ist verboten to smoke and cycle on the pavement. It is customary to drink apple juice mixed with carbonated water. It is mandatory to observe the weather’s effect on circul… Read More
2016-11-05 12:00
Colonialism Pop-Up Book You are too late. I have already arrived in this land and replicated my thoughts and replicated my thoughts and replicated my thoughts and replicated my thoughts and… Read More
2016-11-05 12:00
“There are people who ignore Zambia’s plight. And there are people who try to take advantage of the situation.” -Sharon Fabian, “Drought in Zambia” Behold Lusak… Read More
2016-11-05 12:00
1. A lion’s head, a lotus flower, circles ++++++and semicircles with dots: hieroglyphics for other ages ++++++++++++to decipher. +++++++++Our eyes can not see as we have not been awake… Read More
2016-11-05 12:00
Social Justice Advocate Jana Kings suffers from migraines, but the court does not care and the brief is still due. Thomas Jefferson suffered, too. But another’s suffering does not help… Read More
2016-11-05 12:00
an ode to a girl wearing red shoes, but it got fucked up along the way by reports of pink slime supplementing our ground beef like packing socks in your crotch to add girth to your limp meat… Read More
2016-09-23 14:24
The great thing about the internet is the way it allows people to connect. Not just to friends, but to ideas. For us, Forage is a testament to the connective power of the internet as… Read More
2016-08-06 12:00
My Grandmother’s Radiance lifted off the ground and sailed gently over a mountain like a hot air balloon in Santa Fe in the summertime, leaving behind a vacant lot littered with cancer… Read More
2016-08-06 12:00
Always early, I sit in my car and listen to NPR; tonight, a study claiming that D.A.R.E. has never worked and principals don’t care: what they want are cops in the hall. At 4:34, I wat… Read More
2016-08-06 12:00
he rose from his seat he’s nine+++++ he understands it all already+++++ or at least he thinks he does he begins the chant a familiar cadence ‘white power white power’+++++… Read More
2016-08-06 12:00
White rice yellowed with butter, a black pattern of pepper protectively adhering to cooked grain— breakfast, lunch, and dinner; a spoonful of off-brand chocolate frosting for dessert… Read More
2016-08-06 12:00
The Diluvialist These curtains don’t want me to live, Yet I go on sitting here, Watching as they billow in the bluish wind. The door opens and shuts so that cold shadows Blow into the… Read More
2016-08-06 12:00
50th* Good people don’t go to heaven directly. Sometimes detours lead them to gilded gateways of Camelot, to subway grids full of steam. In the interim, a chiffon skirt swells high abo… Read More
2016-08-06 12:00
He is visible Behind the woman Taking a selfie With the Golden Gate bridge In the background. A tiny dot Like a wounded crow In the wide space Of blue sky. The steel spans frame His descent… Read More
2016-08-06 12:00
How we nearly met our deaths on that bend – watching his cassock and surplice, the white of his collar against the black; how he offered to give us his first blessing, just ordained th… Read More
2016-08-06 12:00
We traipse without maps through forests And alleyways and frats– Plastic whistles and mace. A warrior–just 23–sinks beneath a cardigan That swallows her whole. She says, &l&hell…Read More
2016-08-06 12:00
Ancient myth tells of Amazons who ‘pinched’ off a breast to improve their prowess in battle. With deadly accuracy, their arrows sped, unimpeded and chest high, piercing the enemy… Read More
2016-07-23 12:45
Occasionally we receive submissions which, for reasons beyond anyone’s control, we can’t share within a specific issue. Even though it wasn’t a part of the issue we have so… Read More
2016-07-09 20:12
I am a poet, though to call myself a poet feels somehow unnatural. It is not my occupation but rather a part of me that weaves through everything. I believe it was Robert Frost who said, &ld&hell…Read More
2016-07-02 12:00
Adrift in Paradise Finally, it’s Tresco – a splash of sparkling granite in the impossibly green Atlantic. Crossing the ringing pebbles, our eyes hungry, hearts tender with loss… Read More
2016-07-02 12:00
The new baby next door is crying. I can imagine how she feels. Today is the warmest day of her life. She pulls at her new baby clothes trying to get comfortable while strapped into a plastic… Read More
2016-07-02 12:00
Cottage Swing Lake Menominee Joan MacIntosh is a poet, essayist, and artist living in Eastern Canada Read More
2016-07-02 12:00
Far From Lion City To Father, Mother was a fancy, a drink of water for a parched man. She was beautiful no doubt there exotic too for a lad from Antrim stationed in fifties Singapore. He was… Read More
2016-07-02 12:00
The sign at the summit of Haleakala on the island of Maui says, “Walk slowly. You are at 10,000 feet.” I do as I’ve been told, moving deliberately down the Sliding S… Read More
2016-07-02 12:00
The Gordon Cousins forest has a million fingers. Black spruce reach from the soft swamp, above the flies, the cloud. Silver spades cut into her face, the soft muck, over and over. Money land… Read More
2016-07-02 12:00
He missed the New York of the Seventies; now Times Square was worse than Disneyland. At least you could always count on a free Hershey’s bar there- a semisweet apology. Amber Mo… Read More
2016-07-02 12:00
Chimborazo Refugio at 5000 meters Where a páramo fox begs for bread They brew coca tea For climbers encrusted with ice axes. Rolling through rocky mists of vicuñas Bicycles lik… Read More
2016-07-02 12:00
He was in the brown edge corners of gloom, away from the chosen light inching like snow, bringing its familiar shush. He saw the downward draft in the fields where the frozen blue calf&rsquo&hell…Read More
2016-07-02 12:00
Night under Sopris The ridge-rebounded moon from here, Is blue how d’you do; The trees A green how’ve you been; Under which the ground, A brown come settle down. Mt. Sopris viewe… Read More
2016-07-02 12:00
The sign at the summit of Haleakala on the island of Maui says, “Walk slowly. You are at 10,000 feet.” I do as I’ve been told, moving deliberately down the Sliding S… Read More
2016-06-28 12:18
My granddaughter, just old enough to stand alone at her first birthday party, clung in giggling pleasure to my father’s hand as they both waltzed across the room among an anxious famil… Read More
2016-06-26 12:00
Mosquitoes airborne – born of air and sting – thick on the weedy backside of your hill. Frankly, it’s a devil’s garden, green-house of thistle, rock and rip-gut brome… Read More
2016-06-25 11:00
Life wants to begin. Corn left uncobbed still Sprouts. Bulbs buried in deep holes seek the light. Burrs cling, maples whirl, grasses droop in still Air to help their seeded heads find the ri… Read More
2016-06-19 12:00
Toti O’Brien’s mixed media have been exhibited in group and solo shows, throughout Europe and the US, since 1995. She has illustrated two children books and two memoirs. H… Read More
2016-06-17 12:00
I Modigliani? Darling, I’m afraid I can’t compete – those oval perfect breasts, the purity of line from cheek to thigh… to hang it in my bedroom would create a mysti… Read More
2016-06-11 12:00
Man of the West William Frederick Cody (1846-1917) how do you like your blue-eyed boy Mister Death “Portrait VIII” e.e. cummings The hologram wavers in the first room of the muse… Read More
2016-06-08 12:00
Unsustainable The mannequin was headless. Didn’t stop the guy from pulling it out of the landfill site and dressing it in a freshly salvaged wedding gown. Sad the world, isn’t it… Read More
2016-06-07 00:10
We, like many of you, have been keeping a close eye on the presidential race in the US and the political and economic climate in Europe with a focus on the ongoing humanitarian crisis. With… Read More
2016-06-04 12:00
I’m weary of October’s pastel blush Of color, funeral brown and last-rites red, I’m sickened by the graceless tourist hush At mountains thick with dying and the dead. It&rs&hell…Read More
2016-06-01 02:34
Our poetic tautologies – those little sonnets and jingles of ours that seem to do no more than bite their tales – only appear redundant to those unpoetried individuals incapable… Read More
2016-05-29 12:00
This is called ‘The Sulu Sonnet’, I named it after the helmsman in the popular science fiction TV show, Star Trek. This diagram shows potential, it represent… Read More
2016-05-25 12:00
Somewhere there is another, just like you who walks a mirror melancholy shore, who feels an empathy with all things blue and lives one life acknowledging there’s more. He’s lonel… Read More
2016-05-21 11:00
Lewy Body In the hospital sunshine lit the floor. Lucite doors slapped open and shut for an army of staff in green scrubs and patients in snowflake johnny gowns. Your anxiety was understanda… Read More
2016-05-18 13:00
It all comes down to one deceptive night;
outside the moon looks leaden in the sky
yet you feel weightless, feel erupting flight
feathers arouse you, feel the urge to fly.
So much remains un… Read More
2016-05-15 14:00
So, the Sonnet; fourteen lines, cross or envelope rhyme, heroic couplet and job done, right? Some would say that is indeed a Sonnet, others might even say you don’t need any of those i… Read More
2016-05-15 14:00
So, the Sonnet; fourteen lines, cross or envelope rhyme, heroic couplet and job done, right? Some would say that is indeed a Sonnet, others might even say you don’t need any of those i… Read More
2016-05-15 14:00
So, the Sonnet; fourteen lines, cross or envelope rhyme, heroic couplet and job done, right? Some would say that is indeed a Sonnet, others might even say you don’t need any of those i… Read More
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