Curtis Bauer has published poems and translations in Fulcrum, The Dirty Goat, The American Poetry Review, The Indiana Review, Circumference, and The Southern Review. He has been a finalist for the New Letters Poetry Prize, The Willis Barnstone Translation Prize, and The Glimmer Train Poetry Open. He won the John Ciardi Poetry Prize for his first poetry collection, Fence […]
The knife in your hand wants flesh. Its appetite for blood is sharp steel leaning, weeping into the tomato’s meat, sugar beets, steaming rhubarb pie and hunts that juice etching your hands, pulsing your neck and shifting your hips. You slice, you bleed, you leak into pools bubbling the countertop, over the scuffed linoleum to […]
emergencia XI in the original Spanish we go there together and alone this patio is so big it reaches childhood and a vertical drum rises to the sky rhythm violence of his bodies of his numerous distant and he runs this way game request of the impossible of another complicity the others […]
emergencia XII in the original Spanish we go horizontal stair between tomorrow and today convergence never as much he lights candles and unfolds his sails let there be wind let there be effects of the wind let there be fear of the effects of wind he fills them he smothers them […]
They dress up. They choose a face from the closet they don’t have on Thursdays and comb a little flash into their worn out strut. I let them buy me a drink for pity’s sake and later, their common places stain my coat. On Monday they will go back to […]
I fell in love again with your li ps quiv er ing […]
The battlefield testifies to that. You know. You fled this morning leaving your pajamas on the floor, the bed to be made. Someone’s sad underpants you do not remember give a warm welcome to your tired eyes that will not have lunch until four. Did you expect, perhaps, a postcard kiss over the doormat, […]
If you run your hand down the length of a 2˝ x 6˝ piece of age-smoothed pine to feel the grain of the wood and you don’t lift it in time to keep the timber from becoming part of your palm, like you became part of the girl everyone had kissed by the end of […]