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An
international online magazine that
publishes Surrealist poetry
in English.
Issue One
NOELLE KOCOT The Moon Elsewhere, the music moves. Did you Find this road with depth and splash, Oh from our beds, we must not immolate Ourselves. The other look you bought, Time free of hazard, the tower leans into The rain. We shut the hours as clouds Surround our heads. A hint of spring Slides over the sill, as young as time in The gray February marshes. I have something To give you, no? And the vines covering A disgrace amid the maples. A thaw of What wet sky surrounds, the cries over all The alarms, our gardens filled with weeds, The offhand way in which you plunge In the aproned dusk, what surrounds the Worms as the moon comes out, their schemes. The Revolution Your dishonesty is matched only by your Love. We must choose our alliances carefully. Or indeed, the gothic scraps of wind Against the dawn, our words filling like Sails. Racing past the courtyard, our aprons Hemmed, the schemes and tasks of the day Are like a little home. As you lie beneath A quilt, you travel twice to see the eclipse. God makes the village green. So we shall Be severed, and the night knows of supreme Loss. Tranquil and bright, I find life waking Like a menacing cloud, but strewn with half Notes underneath the fold. Lightning held To a visible alphabet, you say something, while I hold the view. Tribute The tyrannical rocks, a bridge unrented. Where should I go with my gleaming lipstick, A town hushed and no rush of wind. I have Gone past indifference into passion with one Flick of a channel. It took impossibly long, With me being only half alive in the glimmer of Him and what he saw. Now, with the glaze Over the world as it is, now with the veins Of sunlight crashing over these costumes, We are pulled down deep into the freezing Waters, we are welcomed by an ugliness so Alien. It is night now, and the people come in From the streets. I stand beholden to the beaches, Where the authoritarian waves wash out to sea. Noelle Kocot is from Brooklyn, New York, and currently resides in New Jersey. She has published seven collections of poetry, including Phantom Pains of Madness (Wave Books, May 2016), Soul in Space (Wave Books, 2013), The Bigger World (Wave Books, 2011), and a book of translations from the poems by Tristan Corbière, Poet by Default (Wave Books, 2011). Noelle Kocot teaches at The New School and lives in New Jersey. She is the recipient of awards from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Academy of American Poets, The Fund for Poetry and the American Poetry Review. She is the current Poet Laureate of Pemberton Borough, New Jersey. |
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