Featured Poet: Jennifer Arcuni

there are two worlds.

dearest, like in a pharmaceutical ad

at least                     or               was

a flower-end

of the world       but only sometimes                           rock your little boat                                               for every

stolen bicycle spin a wheel in the sky

how to get

<sip> from here                                                            ⎮sub⎮     ⎮or⎮ continent

to: and back                                               berrily, berrily grab

a branch and pull

A Genealogy

We are talking about who looks like

who again             (although      he looks most like me and I am nobody's mother yet)       and why

this is a compelling argument in one child's favor.

You were lucky, I thought. You

had a trellis, a reason for rose feed, two

children, small, and time off. And this reasoning

was a linear thing, as if first travelling to Milan and then happening upon and then lining up for an

antique car show around the piazza del duomo. I suddenly wanted to say I no longer tolerate flower

parades or the infinity of bulbs. That a ferrari eats road, that

I ached to tolerate jasmine and statues that moved with the light sources, arguing with the sky. That I

had seen a man get up and carry his flayed skin home.

Jennifer Arcuni‘s writing has appeared in various mediums and literary publications, including Xantippe and Bateau.  She received her MFA from Saint Mary’s College of California. She is currently a poetry editor for the journal Versal, where poems of hers have previously appeared.  Originally a US east-coaster, she found herself at home in the Netherlands for many years. Jennifer now lives and writes in Northern California.