Three Poems by Maggie Millner

If I sense something is missing / then I miss it. Those first demented / hours of your absence, // I thought missing seemed a soft / denomination: miss, a word… More

from Positions of the Sun

Misanthropes and philanthropists alike wait for a green light. An old woman fumbles with her coin purse at a supermarket checkout counter. Two students, sheltered from the rain by… More

Cruise Control

It was all crash and burn. Very gestapo. Very doomsday guru. It was more a moving than a shaking. Life a wispy thing at times amplified by good hair… More

The Breaks

Monday / a truck hits / a car hits / hers and the brakes / the driver says the brakes / are so weak / the decisions / are… More

I Go Onto Moment

I am roped in. I go on sense giving tours, / walked around by guides strangling their / lungs / singing anything / to make something sung. / Following… More

Spend

seven years inside no visitors and four hours traveling north for one / hour per month with him no more no / phone calls four men watching always /… More

The Pathologos

You cannot find a picture of your future wife / There is not enough white space around your imagination / Who will look at your collage when you are… More

I Explain a Few Things

She was born in a shithole country that was fighting for the sanctity of a wretched block of ice / She said my own country is the most foreign… More

Poems for My Friends

That you've found your name someplace / it doesn't belong, I regret with you. / The scope of gratitude expands so wide / to pre-empt future criticism, inclusive /… More

Lovingly, Father

From a bitter little drunk / came the magic / Thrice I absentmindedly played an album / to cry w/ Julio Jaramillo / + cranked the volume / that… More