I was deciding between two poetry mags. One looked really interesting, but it was the final issue, so it seemed like I was a little late to the party if I wanted to support it.
So I picked up a copy of the Columbia Poetry Review.
Eschewing editorial comment, it is nothing but page after page of poetry (a good thing, surely?). A solid collection, but I fell in love with one Margaret Ronda. Here is the first stanza from a poem called Seasonal Affective:
Autumn industrial odor
neoplastic rusty fog
all circulations all weekday traffic flood
salty tea of schoolkid alley
kinds of rain: milky, tender, steeped, clawing
each joy slept off
corner of birds colliding
only yes, more, goodbye