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BIOGRAPHY Katharine Schulz hails from the far outer crust of New York City, in a suburb called Pound Ridge. She spent 16 years of her life there and is now spending her remaining time before college in Cumberland, Maine. She was born to a lovely family whom she will ignore for the rest of thisContinue reading “Featured Poet: Katharine Schulz”

by Katharine Schulz Diverse chirps from the banks of the riversung at similar hoursform this sweet Delta songand if you remember,Maybe you could sing it back to me? Our wicker sewn raft bobs on simmering green waterslamentations about my loveyou’ll listenTalk in turns, listening without response or recognition I fear the day when the boatContinue reading “Follow the sounds you hear”

by Katharine Schulz The rain runs and throws and fallson a humdrum drown.It’s trying to cool the world downIt’s tryingIt’s tryingIt’s tryingbut it can’t reach everywhereThe rain doesn’t fall through tin roofsIt wants the war to end You all want the war to endso we’re surely tryingsurely madly deeply!I’m sure you’re trying, but the ApocalypseContinue reading “How I Learned to Stop Scratching and Love the Bomb”

by Katharine Schulz Sleep has swiftly evaded me, I fret.“Has he forgotten to come tonight? Where is the familiar itch in my eye and bend in my spine?”I think of the sandman from my wooded cocoon.Yes, I may be within 100 paces from the water licking sand and the moon is fully ablaze,no cloud interferenceContinue reading “Faces in the dirt, eyes of the sky”

by Katharine Schulz Life presents itself with two little wrapped and bowed up options:Should I wait until you come home, show you how much I’ve cleaned,or do I lay down on my belly and bite the bulletSlowly feeling velvet metal slide down my throat, being coated in wetthe spit and phlegm comes up and thenContinue reading “Don’t read this one, Mom”

by Katharine Schulz What world is this!What kingdomreflected in the fractals of her goblet,with an end I implore you to find,there is a soft, gentle concubinedancing a dance done miles from here. Full of twists and gyrations of the hipso foreign and full of voodoo,as it seems to those who watch,but nevertheless they screech andContinue reading “Patsy & the Monkey”

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