Choke Poetics



Now soliciting: "choke" poetry from all corners, from Oakland to Boston to Chicago to Minnesota and anywhere victory inexplicably slips away. Send it here and I'll post it. Look for the anthology at a concession stand near you in April.



Here's a contribution from Taylor Brady:



CHOKING IN OAKLAND (for Terence Long)



How do you not swing?

An almost perfect bond



unites the man with thousands

circling him. He joins them

watching him as on a screen



he watches life seep from



things watched. A watch



is not a clock. It holds

the wrist stiff, outside



the time in which a flick

or stroke would come in time.

The pigeon in the field knows

your eye is there. Doesn‚t care.