Mainstream poetry concerns itself with the everyday world that we inhabit and perceive: personal relationships, observations of people and the city and of nature, social and sometimes political situations, etc. When you encounter an “I” voice in mainstream poetry, it is most often the author of the poem speaking directly to the reader about something in the real world.
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Silver Blade is proud to present five excellent poets for your continued enjoyment of cutting edge speculative poetry: F.J. Bergmann, Bruce Boston (Featured Poet), William Doreski, James Hutchings, and Clyde Kessler.
When the Giants come striding across our borders, indifferent to our predictions, immune to the ingenuity of our finest technologies, showing no mercy or regret, we are helpless before them. The Giant Wind roars with irresistible force, crushing trees and houses, leaving us without power in the depth of night The Giant Rain [...]
If you’ve heard the stellar vox humana the untuned ear takes for static, if you’ve kissed the burning eyelids of god and seized upon the moon’s reflection, disjointed and backwards, in the choppy ink of some alien sea, then you know how sleek and fleshy, how treacherous, the stars can become. While the [...]
The city is there regardless, enormous in its conceit, blank as the stare of a beggar, hard as a skyscraper’s teeth. The city is full of power. Claim it with credit or cash. Electrons racing to midnight. Engines igniting the past. The city is always laughing at those it harbors and shuns. The [...]
The first of her came to me on the first night. She was a woman of mystery who sang the blues. The second of her came to me on the second night. She had a history like no other. The third of her came to me on the third night. She was bright [...]
Wizened Time prowled the world bringing age to all things and the white in his beard was the dust of dead kings and the dust of their tombs and the cities wherein they were laid and all trace of their names. And he came to a workshop where antiques were made. He went [...]
When we make love polar ice caps melt in an aquamarine flow. Glaciers shudder and fall in shards, pale calves frolicking, floating on dark waves in the roar of breakers. The seas rise. When we make love continents divide, floating on a molten core. Tectonic plates strain against each other; mountains heave and [...]
The umbrella pines outside Rome resemble Peter crucified safely beyond the city walls. Was he crucified upside-down, like the mass of pine roots below? A green plastic lizard, a speck of iridescence, evolves from the stone on which I’m sitting. I unfold my lunch: a bun, an orange fresh from Morocco, a chunk [...]
I hid Blackbird Forest with skulls for rain and trees. It moved islands, it slipped starlight, stretched its world against the sun inside a rocket. Night drew past Neptune. You could hear the cage birds slip their black bills from the feeding tray to remember something, maybe a jungle, maybe the rattle of [...]