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The Alembick



Vol. XIV

I. All Saint’s Day 2019
II. Christmas 2019
III. Shrovetide 2020
IV. Quarantine 2020
  1. Editor’s Note
  2. Letters
  3. Reader’s Doubts Resolved
  4. To His Coy Mistress
  5. Cavalier Lyric
  6. A Shropshire Pig
  7. Elegiacs
  8. The Year
  9. Inkblots
  10. The Man Who Made His Exit
  11. Splitting the Atom
  12. Self-Control
  13. Antique Fragment
  14. Canzonetta
  15. Zen Poem 

Vol. XV

I. Michaelmas 2020

Submissions     ︎

To His Coy Mistress


My eyes, you know, are like two pools
Of brownest turkey gravy.
My hair is like a buttered bowl
Of fettuccini, wavy.

My cheeks are pale, yet splotched with pink,
Like skin-on mashed potatoes.
My mouth—how red! How dripping wet!—
Is summer’s plump tomato.

So grab a plate! Come load me up!
And if it needs repeated:
There’s no wait time! I’m ready now!
I’m seasoned, sliced, and heated.

If, fresh from youth’s first buffet line,
I am at all appealing,
Come eat me while you yet have time
For soon I’ll start congealing.

                                    A. Marbled
Running on Cargo