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Caterpillar
108 words For fifteen days a caterpillar feeds on sorrel, selfheal, ragwort, mint, or privet. If a wasp mounts it and injects its larvae, they’ll prosper on its blood, and then gnaw through its...
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Leo Yankevich Wins the Counter-Currents H. P. Lovecraft Prize for Literature
225 words On Tuesday, March 22, 2016, the second Counter-Currents H. P. Lovecraft Prize for Literature was awarded to Leo Yankevich, who is widely regarded as one of the greatest living poets in the...
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Maverick Among Placid Cows: The Poetry of Joseph S. Salemi
Peter Paul Rubens, Two Satyrs, 1618-1619 1,430 words Joseph S. Salemi was born in New York City in 1948 and grew up in Woodside, Queens. His grandfather, Rosario Previti, was a renowned Sicilian...
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Counter-Attack
167 words On 27 January 1945 the Red Army had just been defeated in an armor engagement with the 20th Panzer Division, which was retreating to escape encirclement, slightly south of Gleiwitz in Upper...
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Queue, 1944
136 words Its weathercock covered with fresh snow, the barn is dreamy on the hill. Out of the woods, and lying low, crawl green men, in . . . in for the kill. There is no knocking at the door, only a...
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Sex in the City
110 words She finds herself all by herself in bed, a web of sunshine on the downy sheet, a wedding day of bells inside her head, a layer of cream upon her skin, her feet still sore from twenty years of...
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On Christianity
770 words Did Jesus Christ die on the cross at Golgotha to atone the sins of humanity, offering redemption to all who believed in him? Or was he a heretic Jew who attempted to reform Judaism so as to...
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Somewhere over Germany, 1945
30 words At the gates of heaven he did not know the names beyond the bombing bay. But many miles away he could still see the flames judging the dead in Dresden. From Leo Yankevich, Tikkun Olam and...
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The Ghost of Metre is as Dead as Friedrich Nietzsche’s God
737 words Robert Vas Dias, London Cityscape Sijo (Perdika Press, 2012) Darius Victor Snieckus, The Slow Wheel (Paekakariki Press, 2012) Kate Foley, A Fox Assisted Cure (Shoestring Press, 2012) Wynn...
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“Lazarus”&“Karpatia”
143 words Lazarus I came back, the wind whistling in my ear, dove on my elbow, crow on my torn cuff, but I could not remember; the long lost year having left the hourglass like the love that sifted...
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“Grey Wolves”&“Hedgehog”
100 words Grey Wolves At midnight they descend the hill, (fur and flesh caught between their teeth), howling at the moon and stars, delighting in the knee-deep snow, and in the purity of the pack,...
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Céline
64 words Three pamphlets in which he spared none do not diminish my esteem. Rats in a stable are not horses. (How well he knew their beady eyes, steaming sewers and twisted knives!) The pamphlets are...
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Flags
76 words Gay Pride is raised, and Dixie’s down. The Kenyan king inside his House has it lit to reflect his crown. Ms. Jenner’s teats swell in her blouse. Burrs prick the sky in Baltimore, more melons...
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Archie Bunker Rhymes
57 words A cuckservative wooed the vote of Diego, and married a dwarf from south of Laredo. The Koch brothers offered him a lump, and then along came Donald Trump to put an end to Pinko correctness....
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Do Not Shed Tears for the Drowned Boys
73 words Do not shed tears for the drowned boys like flotsam on the Turkish shores. Free from their fathers’ stupidity, their wings bear the Trojan horse to the ruins of antiquity and to the altruistic...
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ReFugees
55 words Ten thousand cuckolds in Iceland invite ISIS into their beds. Merkel lifts her heavy hand, lecturing on conscience, weds it with betrayal, giving a shove to Deutschland’s honest working poor,...
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Your Mother’s Eyes, Your Father’s Chin
136 words When you kneel down to feed the poor they’ve got to have your mother’s eyes, your father’s chin. Spurn, curse the Moor. Muhammad scornful to the core dreams of a Euro Paradise when you kneel...
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Mother Europe
50 words Smoke in the alley of her love, rank smouldering rags inside a barrel, as swarthy Syrians push and shove, like Moors of old, determined, feral . They’ll raise the crescent, kill the dove, till...
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The Counter-Currents 2015 Summer Fundraiser An Appeal from Our Writers
1,075 words Since our last update, we have received 16 donations totaling $2,927.88, in amounts ranging from $15 to $1,000. This amount has been matched, for a total of $5,855.76. Our total is now...
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Sunday Morning
52 words We stand and watch, faith almost wavering, hunger looking out of childish eyes, daddy so tall, holding the frightened thing, head on the block just as the hatchet flies, falling . . . fallen...
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