Flavors from the Inaugural Issue

“I’ve never held the nude of a spoon”, this is how Ian Bodkin’s poem Naked Before the Dead starts. Ian’s poem is surprising, funny, contemplative. Characters like Destiny, Catullus, and dogs stealing our spotlight emerge in and out of the poem with incredible dexterity . It is a wonderful read. Here is a short excerpt from the poem:

Naked Before the Dead
by Ian Bodkin

I’ve never held the nude of a spoon, Caught
the reflection of knife to fork Unfastening her
narrow strips of labor While boys enjoy the
legs & eggs Amidst those spiraling lights—da
club
—of eighty’s ballads that get stuck all
Days in my head to Destiny gyrating
Melodies that we both believe absent     .        .

To read the rest of the poem, and our first issue, click here.