Along with our postcards, Red Flag releases one poem a month to your digital mailbox. On this page you will find all of our past Poetry Express poems along with information about their authors. The Poetry Express email format allows us more freedom to publish work that would not necessarily fit on a postcard. If you like these poems and want to read the upcoming ones before anyone else, or if a poetic email sounds much better than the spam mail you sort through everyday, head on over to our subscribe page. All Red Flag postcard subscribers are automatically added to the Poetry Express mailing list as a benefit of their subscription.
The robin sits on the ledge.
Songs fly in through the window
You left it open because we kiss bare
Your hair is a kite string from when I was eleven,
but I had a four wheeler
to make my own wind, it pulled up and
stuck the plastic diamond
in the trees.
It was there after the house was abandoned.
To kiss you as long,
seeing what the light did as
the draft goosebumped
across your flesh
like the new chicken
we put in the dinner pot. The warmth of
seeing the first bubbles cajole---
the stars opening like letters
from across the ocean where we learned
the patience of crostone.
precise measurements of equal parts
pancetta, and bird breast.
How you slice onions in silence,
The wrist hard and strong with grace.
Your eyes teared up with grace.
Sometimes I squeeze the toothpaste the wrong way
to watch your hands
go where I press,
fixing the simple pressure
of my ruin
as I floss
naked in the bathroom.
the times we’ve moved loudly
under the streetlights,
boots crunching snow
as we walk with the first scent
of spring drifting into the window.
Zach Fishel is an educator residing on the Fort Berthold Reservation in North Dakota. He's the author of Windsock Etiquette and Blue Collar at Best as well as several chapbooks from NightBallet Press. Currently he's anticipating 500 miles of hiking this summer.
All Rights revert to author one year after initial publication.