By Robert Beveridge So many contracts,and lawyers to enforce them.Time is nothing—no, less.All that mattersis the position, the last kiss,a good scrub of the handswhen done. Surgeonsare better paid in coin,but derive less satisfaction. Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry on unceded Mingo land (Akron, OH). He published his first poem in … Continue reading Wet Work
The Albino African Clawed Frog and Other Poems
By Robert Beveridge The Albino African Clawed Frog The machinery thumps, cracks, presses a thousand thousand plates into a thousand thousand —what else?—other plates. Cannibals are rumored to live on the valley floor, but what if, just this once, a longpig really is just the opposite of the litter's runt? We carry it on its … Continue reading The Albino African Clawed Frog and Other Poems
Ancient Grains and Other Poems
By Robert Beveridge Ancient Grains Tra, tra, tra, it’s in the pretext, in the mines, in the hallway that extends every time you kiss the hem of the alienist’s patchwork suit. The meme replicates in the medulla, the batteries poke their heads out of the sand, the wormwood’s in the rice again, pa, chase it … Continue reading Ancient Grains and Other Poems
Yesterday
By Robert Beveridge Wrapped in each other's arms we each whispered “I don't want to leave you” at the same time so now, twenty-four hours and three hundred miles later I stare at the picture you pressed into my hand and try to believe you're here beside me on the couch as I write … Continue reading Yesterday
Poems by Robert Beveridge
COMPEL Let your voice wrap me in the cool compress of wonderment. It damps my brow, washes fever into runoff traps. It is what you ask, and what, for you, I do. HOW MANY HEARTS HAVE YOU BROKEN? Leather on the tongue, luggage strap whose taste masks the herbs beneath. Roasted, … Continue reading Poems by Robert Beveridge
Academy of the Heart And Mind 