By Ama Codjoe
What if, Betye, instead of a rifle or hand
grenade—I mean, what if after
the loaded gun that takes two…
grenade—I mean, what if after
the loaded gun that takes two…
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- By Nick MakohaSAMO© first appears as a tag on a New York
City wall in 1978 two blocks down from Aswad
bookstore… - By Cyrus CassellsThat was the season I couldn’t think or write indoors,
the garrulous springtime every strophe,
every… - By S.J. Fowler & Rebecca KamenSIR, the 28 spheres of Kamen’s harmony
Susceptible, inferred, immense, actual - the electron microscopy…
- By Maurya SimonDelirium in the downtown mall today:
Burt Reynolds! All the henna-haired girls
sneer, while their mothers… - By Richie HofmannMy sweat soaked the sheets.
You used to be like everyone else
but then
the way you hurt me (fingers… - By Genevieve ArlieThe geometer wishes he were David
cut from stone by lightning, his mind
gyring wide into figures of… - By W. H. AudenAbout suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position;… - By Mark Kirschen1.
Details frighten me.
As the trembling blue
Strokes of
The cathedral imply
It has been there
And… - By Duane NiatumAs salmon awaken to the pulsing dawn,
he hears night heron farther down the Skagit River.
The grey … - By Anni LiuThere was a woman who claimed to be made of rain. Dust and the water that closes around it like a pearl…
- By Marianne ChanBiddle City was painted by no one, but I will paint it now.
First, I will use my flat, long-haired … - By Tina Mozelle BrazielMy first trip, I scoured every floor
of the MoMA, winding around other patrons
before they could read… - By Anzhelina PolonskayaRight now perhaps you're holding a horse by the bridle.
Perhaps you're with someone, the lights still… - By T.J. ClarkThe sea in the wind in the half-light, clearing its throat of pebbles,
Cloud shadows coming down the… - By Holly Corfield Carrdistant water extinguishes the town
where it was thinkable for a mussel,
an animal that otherwise can… - By Miller ObermanI bring my students to the Frick to see Frank
O’Hara’s beloved Polish Rider, and after giggling
at the… - By Ian PopleSummer dust settled over the garden
in bloom and full of bees, their hives
full of such marketable … - By Shane NeilsonIn the famous American art gallery, they are looking at Starry Night.
In the famous American art gallery… - By Keith S. WilsonI love how you never find their bodies, how they never rest their eyes. I love how their breasts are…