By Gabrielle Joy Lessans
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- By Gloria Gervitzin the migrations of red carnations where songs burst from long-beaked birds and apples rot before the...
- By Bert MeyersRabbi of condiments, whose breath is a verb, wearing a thin beard and a white robe; you who are pale...
- By Luke KennardAn extremely hubristic, unflattering, and accurate self-portrait, this episode saw Halberg in direct...
- By A. M. KleinA prowler in the mansion of my blood! I have not seen him, but I know his signs. Sometimes I hear him...
- By Robert AlterFor the lead player, for the Korahites, on the alamoth a song. God is a shelter and strength for us, a help in...
- By Komal MathewA good shepherd is a wonder in contrapposto, an artist mapping the Serengeti with kingdom lines. A good shepherd...
- By Justin Phillip ReedViolation Wildflowered up the dreams of my captors, Decorous men, half-moon bedded in my bloodstream...
- By Sass Sassoon BrownThere is a cistern on the synagogue’s roof and a drain pipe in the wall leading to a small basement...
- By Susan StewartWho are you? Where are you hiding? Were you thrown, tumbling through space, aleatory, radiant, only ...
- By Shane McCraeThe hastily assembled angel thinks He must be more like God than people are Especially because he like...
- By Peter ColeFucked art thou, with luck, o reader within the palace within the palette within the impatience within...
- By Bev YockelsonOn this night I remember Nachshon who was not Moses who walked into the Red Sea and called for God to...
- By Geraldine ClarksonThe Queen of Sheba packed fenugreek, turmeric, milled cardamom, desiccated coconut, sweet almond oil...
- By Paul TranI know better than to leave the house without my good dress, my good knife like Excalibur between my...
- By Karen An-hwei LeeIn a new translator’s version of Genesis, there’s no Adam. No serpent. In paradise, I don’t bleed. Fig...
- By Ali Liebegottyesterday I was at the Wailing Wall pretending to be a man, pretending to be a Jew it was research for...
- By Paige LewisYael picks at their cuticles. When they speak to themself, they speak out loud. They speak to themself...
- By Carol V. DavisAfter a funeral, they were covered with black cloth, some draped with shawls like a scalloped valance...
- By Peter OresickSomeone is looking for us. I sensed it earlier at the creek while floating on my back, and again on ...