As you approach the undulating skin of the verge, don’t get lost in its shimmer which can lure you into believing you’ve arrived and into forgetting where you’re going. First, you may need to pass through a darkness. Don’t succumb to its comforting touch. Don’t be fooled by its feral promise. Reach out your hands. Feel your way. When you arrive, shake hands. Shake hands with yourself. Shake hands with yourself shaking hands with the universe.
Karen Neuberg is a Brooklyn-based poet. Her latest book is Pursuit, (Kelsay Press, 2019) She is also the author of three chapbooks including the elephants are asking (Glass Lyre, 2017), She is associate editor of the online poetry journal, First Literary Review-East. Her poems and collages can be found in 805, New Verse News, and Verse Daily, among others.
ISSUE TWENTY FOUR: Systemly Real
Karen Neuberg
Advice
All my shoes are dancing shoes,
all my shadows lead home
Nicholas Alti
dance dance dance ghoul sing ghoul be
I, EXACTLY LIKE RAINWATER,
SLIP TOWARD WORMS UNNOTICED
Chris Sumberg
DOG PRAYER!! DOG PRAYER!! DOG PRAYER!!
DOG PRAYER!! DOG PRAYER!! DOG PRAYER!!
Colleen Anderson
Schrodinger's Box