Ruby Street

Check out the latest Shampoo , a 10th anniversary issue that's full of fresh poetry goodness. Poems by Tim Yu, Stephanie Young, Grzegorz Wróblewski (translated by Malcolm Sinclair), Tim Wright, Valerie Witte, Elizabeth Witte, Alli Warren, Dana Ward, Tim Vander Meulen, Joseph Torra, Halie Theoharides, Benmina Taquito, Dawn Sueoka, Louisa Storer, Suzanne Stein, Tim Shaner, Chad Scheel, RussWade, Meg Ronan, Kit Robinson, Mg Roberts, Beni Ransom, Kris Raido, Michael Pontacoloni, Ron Palmer, Billy X. O’Brien, Debrah Morkun, Trey Moody, Scott Metz, Catherine Meng, m.g. martin, Blake Lynch, Emily Liebowitz, D.W. Lichtenberg, Cassie Lewis, Rodney Koeneke, Jack Kimball, Kevin Killian, Larry Kearney, Alexander Jorgensen, Jill Jones, Matthew Johnstone, Becca Jensen, Paolo Javier, Chinedu Jonathan Ichu, Paul Hostovsky, Yuri Hospodar, Kallima Hamilton, Jaimie Gusman, Carolyn Gregory, Robert Glück, Leora Fridman, Andy Fitch & Jon Cotner, Rachel Finkelstein, Thomas Fink, Dion Farquhar, Adam...

ambits of cells account beyond basin valley barefoot sad one breaks words from harms crush gold cordial dew salt held in walls end paper crawl to begin sung flower flighted passage night feather ground make warm grasp shadow hands translate in order to say I’m for the jabber jumping corridors and fancies local by story line of air meander nuances my narrow emergency noises which stop night nowhere burning odd habits of hair patinate old roads with coming question crosses time reference: escarpment remainders gutter our star close luminous song scaring night transports lost tattooed tears playing stone bathed to gush forth violet interior marks attempt at continue what on the other hand sky this damage xerotic and crying for milk your misty throat zampillare, yes, yes, to gush forth

it is the centre of a word that is unimaginable, almost as it flutters out with the birds indifferent over the lake (from ‘Winged’ in Broken/Open )

Poems are composed in doubt. The making is not just about choices but about fear, anxiety, resistance, about what is not done as much as about what is done or made.

maple shed violet over rusted chassis memory go out drum hollow branches testing concrete bronze white petal polystyrene horizon unrestrained letting breeze salt lick bay descents dust feathers stone steps hidden palms tongue indistinct but felt

data trickles through rain ice tracks dust on my side of thought but which side I don't know how to juxtapose devil syllables gagged I think of a reply phrased like a jigsaw piece this is blessing numbered for night disguised in simple time the air and me acting loose now tossing aside cold rain feeling levels, unmerged dreaming pleasures half-silent halt teeth chatter syllables body the road awash place me within the skim acres of grassy somnolence far away mist pink skin gets slippery when we could be at one

"Among all the subjects first marked out for lyrical expression by Baudelaire, one can be out at the forefront: bad weather." Walter Benjamin , The Arcades Project , trans Howard Eiland and Kevin McLaughlin, The Belknap Press, 2002