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ModPo & Experimental Poetry

I go through crushes like experiencing the five stages of grief


I go

Through crushes like

Experiencing the

Five stages of grief. Seriously.

No joke.




I could

Never be in

To a guy like that. He’s

Too [insert bullshit excuse here]

For me.




Ugh! Why?

I hate having

Crushes. They’re stupid. Guys

Are stupid. Why can’t I stop these





If he

Doesn’t look at

Or talk to me today,

Then I’ll stop crushing on him. I

Am done.




I have

A crush. *Tears*. He

Doesn’t like me and he

Never will. I should just move on





I like

Him. I really

Do. Maybe if I talk

To him today, it will lead to





He did

Not talk to me

Today. He doesn’t like

Me—well, I don’t like him. . .And so

it goes.

Mary K Gowdy

Better than Starbucks began wholly as a creation in my mind. Now the wonderful collaboration of four dedicated editors is creating a monthly magazine that I could have only dreamed about when I was starting out as a one person organization.


Having said that, there are no direct connections between U Penn, Al Filreis, KWH (Kelly Writers House), ModPo (Modern & Contemporary American Poetry), or any of the actual affiliated programs to ModPo and this magazine, other than I have been a part of ModPo for several years now. There is, however, a strong spiritual and intellectual connection between BTS and ModPo.


If I had not gotten involved in the larger community of ModPo, I don't think I would have restarted a literary publication. I am certain I would not have added a Formal & Rhyming Page, and probably not a Translations page. I have a pretty narrow preference for poetry, but the course and the people at ModPo have expanded my view of poetry to the point that I decided if I could find good people to help me do it, we would make BTS as broad of a source of styles and genres as possible. We have been fortunate to establish a team of talented editors and are in the process of an ever expanding quest to find poetry wherever it may be.

Thus, it seems fitting that we dedicate a page to my fellow students at ModPo, and/or anyone who wants to share experimental poems. The thing about experiments is, they often fail, but as the point is to learn, not to create perfection, even failed experiments in the lab or on this page, will offer something for us, if we will find it. and when the experiment doesn't fail... well, you will see! - Anthony Watkins

Blind Reason


stone     pumps blood

         ice peers through     windows



            Draconian gavel


                  nuts        bolts


            Innocents writhe     



                 sword         scales









Half empty coffee cup

            graces countertop


Eggshells sidle silverware,    

            plate     unrinsed in sink


Spatula, skillet      yolk-stained crust      

            defy on back burner   


Napkin hugs   




            my sixty-two-year-old    

                        has been here    



Denise Buschmann



Claw me out of this coffin: paranoid

Likely due to recent diagnosis

Annoyment deployed, peace-level destroyed

Under the auspice of deep psychosis

Still waiting for 'official' prognosis

Turning twisting blind in wood-box confined

Ravaged by old nightmares, new neurosis

Out of time, out of sight, out and out of mind

Planted deep beneath cold tombstone unsigned

Here: this spot (plot) where wildflowers once bloomed

Outlined in weathered erosion unkind

Boxed: entombed, doomed, praying to be exhumed

Inhaling thin putrid air, mouth agape

Awaiting the Day of My Great Escape

Chad M. Horn

Sometimes California or the March Set
by Anthony Watkins
Silent Poems
by Anthony Watkins
 Games Poets Play
by ModPo Students
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