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An international online magazine that publishes Surrealist poetry in English.

Issue One



The Moon

Elsewhere, the music moves. Did you
Find this road with depth and splash,
Oh from our beds, we must not immolate
Ourselves. The other look you bought,

Time free of hazard, the tower leans into
The rain. We shut the hours as clouds
Surround our heads. A hint of spring
Slides over the sill, as young as time in

The gray February marshes. I have something
To give you, no? And the vines covering
A disgrace amid the maples. A thaw of
What wet sky surrounds, the cries over all

The alarms, our gardens filled with weeds,
The offhand way in which you plunge
In the aproned dusk, what surrounds the
Worms as the moon comes out, their schemes.

The Revolution

Your dishonesty is matched only by your
Love. We must choose our alliances carefully.
Or indeed, the gothic scraps of wind
Against the dawn, our words filling like

Sails. Racing past the courtyard, our aprons
Hemmed, the schemes and tasks of the day
Are like a little home. As you lie beneath
A quilt, you travel twice to see the eclipse.

God makes the village green. So we shall
Be severed, and the night knows of supreme
Loss. Tranquil and bright, I find life waking
Like a menacing cloud, but strewn with half

Notes underneath the fold. Lightning held
To a visible alphabet, you say something, while I hold the view.


The tyrannical rocks, a bridge unrented.
Where should I go with my gleaming lipstick,
A town hushed and no rush of wind. I have
Gone past indifference into passion with one

Flick of a channel. It took impossibly long,
With me being only half alive in the glimmer of
Him and what he saw. Now, with the glaze
Over the world as it is, now with the veins

Of sunlight crashing over these costumes,
We are pulled down deep into the freezing
Waters, we are welcomed by an ugliness so
Alien. It is night now, and the people come in

From the streets. I stand beholden to the beaches,
Where the authoritarian waves wash out to sea.

Noelle Kocot is from Brooklyn, New York, and currently resides in New Jersey. She has published seven collections of poetry, including Phantom Pains of Madness (Wave Books, May 2016), Soul in Space (Wave Books, 2013), The Bigger World (Wave Books, 2011), and a book of translations from the poems by Tristan Corbière, Poet by Default (Wave Books, 2011).  Noelle Kocot teaches at The New School and lives in New Jersey. She is the recipient of awards from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Academy of American Poets, The Fund for Poetry and the American Poetry Review. She is the current Poet Laureate of Pemberton Borough, New Jersey.

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