The poetry of Leonard Kress

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Everything you think you know about time is wrong. You imagine it’s just another dimension, no different from the other three. And space (as Minkowski argued a century ago) is in love with time, fused...

How Poets Pray by Leonard Kress from Issue Sixteen

A ruby earring, a mall, a buried past. “Rubies” is a tender, aching story about abortion, motherhood, and Midwestern memory.

It’s quiet here, where the river broadens, by the dropped drawbridge and the distant eight-girl crews, coasting to the finish line, forming a bar graph that could represent favored activities (list…

Lead Pipe Replacement Project by James Croal Jackson C Street by Azure Brandi Woods by Pulkita Anand Thoughts About Golf While Reading William Blake by  Charlie Brice Post-midlife Crisis by Er…

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A Night at the Opera(Leoš Janáček’s The Cunning Little Vixen)We have such great seats at the operain the first balcony and the first thingmy wife asks–to switch places becausethe woman’s perf…

The synagogue of my youth wandered throughout the city, from the basement of the Methodist church on the Manayunk hills to the East Falls nursing home…

Not the Way It Was Today I overheard a conversation about the 1969 incident when Jim Morrison exposed himself onstage at the Coconut Grove in Miami and for a good half-hour I was sure I had been at th...

28 December 2023 On the good rug with the Bible open I’m learning to read. The words are hard, I turn to the pictures: Belshazzar’s Feast, the Golden Calf, Holofernes, Moses Smashing the Tablets,…

The creative life is shrouded in mystery. Two new books try to discover what it takes.

Swordfish Mounted on the Paneled Rec-Room Wall, By: Leonard Kress: My girlfriend’s father hooked and hauled it aboard a chartered cabin

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She pedals over the trolley tracks and cobbles on Allegheny Avenue, past Szypula’s bakery, its rye line redoubled. Past Stanky’s GoGo, where...

Leonard Kress Thanksgiving Meditation Forget the shining city on the hill, or the new Jerusalem, Eden, Promised Land—you’re reading from the wrong text, wrong translation, the non-canonical s…

Everything is silent in the swamp as I walk along the raised path above the foul hyperactive muck. Not a peep from the marshland creatures the placards promised– only others like me huffing and shuffl...