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Updated: May 1


Canvas 1


Canvas 2


Canvas 4


Canvas 6


Canvas 7


 

Max Cavitch is a photographer, writer, and teacher living in Philadelphia. His photographs have appeared in publications including Al-Tiba9 Contemporary Art, Feral: A Journal of Poetry and Art, F-Stop Magazine, The Journal of Wild Culture, phoebe, and Politics/Letters, and exhibited most recently at the Blank Wall Gallery (Athens), the Chania International Photo Festival (Crete), Art Room Gallery, and the Biennale di Senigallia, Senigallia (Italy). Since 2019, he has been a contributing photographer for the public-science project, iNaturalist.




Updated: May 1

Alone On The Basketball Court

 

It’s not that I’m selfish—I love

my teammates, even love those

 

I play against, especially when in my swagger

I pump in shots that leave them dumbstruck.

 

But in the early evening now, the tall buildings

bending over me like Abdul-Jabbar, I settle in

 

to a perfect loneliness, pounding the ball

on the concrete before every move, slipping

 

through the air with sweat and a beautiful precision.

The last birds of daylight fly from the chain-link

 

fence, a few lights slowly coming on in the city,

a string of shots I bury, beating the first star home.



Where They Are

 

The sun is out early, a soft blaze—

a cooling breeze accompanying it

 

has made sure of that

and I want to be outside with my friends

 

who are gone, but this poem

can’t conjure such magic.

 

I decide to have lunch in the courtyard

surrounded by new buildings rising,

 

a few old ones resurrected to modern

standards, a painter’s blue on the sky’s

 

canvas—if only I had the talent

to put the brush to such use. On my walk

 

later in the park a green balloon

attached to a short string is tangled

 

in the branches of a tree—it breaks free

and floats off to the river with me

 

following behind, trying to keep up,

reaching for the string as if it were possible.



Waiting For The Boat

 

The dot on the ocean is getting bigger,

it’s coming. I shuffle my feet, a shy dance.

My suitcase, like the dog I once had,

is right by my side. I’ve packed some clothes,

a few books and a coat for any season.

I don’t know where I’m going beyond a clue

or two, which is usually the case. More

and more people arrive, mill about the shore.

They seem as anxious but prepared as I am.

I wonder what books they have nestled

on top of a dear dress, a sturdy pair of pants.


 

Tim Suermondt’s sixth full-length book of poems A Doughnut And The Great Beauty Of The World came out in 2023 from MadHat Press. He has published in Poetry, Ploughshares, Prairie Schooner, The Georgia Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Stand Magazine, Smartish Pace, The Fortnightly Review, Poet Lore, Plume and Hole in the Head Review, among many others. He lives in Cambridge (MA) with his wife, the poet Pui Ying Wong.





Intersectionality I


Intersectionality II


Intersectionality III


Intersectionality IV


 

Kip Knott is a writer, poet, teacher, photographer, and part-time art dealer living in Delaware, Ohio. His writing and photography have appeared in Barren, Burningword Literary Journal, FERAL, The Gettysburg Review, The Sun, Wild Roof Journal, and Virginia Quarterly Review. His most recent book of poetry, The Misanthrope in Moonlight, is available from Bottlecap Press. You can follow him on Instagram at @kip.knott and read more of his work at www.kipknott.com.




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