By David Roderick
I wear a flower in my lapel. I like the sweetness of its lie in my nose. A carnation, the fool’s flower...
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- By Maurya SimonDelirium in the downtown mall today: Burt Reynolds! All the henna-haired girls sneer, while their mothers...
- By Solmaz SharifEverywhere we went, I went in pigtails no one could see— ribbon curled by a scissor’s sharp edge, the...
- By David TaitA week of autumn snow, and today the sun, the buildings fizzy with melting, the beggar draping his sheets...
- By Sara Abou RashedWhen I die, bury me in the sky— no one is fighting over it. Children are playing soccer with empty bomb...
- By Kevin YoungThe heart, it hoards— how I know this— The small, strangled shining room Keats lost his life in—and...
- By Austin SegrestI ran across the street, I didn’t know any better. Ran out in the street, I didn’t know no better. I...
- By Philip Good & Bernadette Mayeramaryllis comes in many flavors snow sometimes slants when will politics make improvements? strawberry...
- By Martha SilanoBecause it changes O’Hare to o hate, o hate, o hate — over and over, no matter how many times I retype...
- By Nathan SpoonHere comes rain on our roof! It stays just long enough to tickle me into writing this. It stays just...
- By Hieu Minh NguyenPast the congested interstate, past the long lines outside the Dorothy Day Center, past the cheering...
- By Ashleigh YoungWhat song will they play if I don’t come home tonight? I wished someone would write a song for me, then...
- By Vincent O’SullivanI’m in charge of a cage. I know those that won’t. I don’t mean can’t. Just won’t. There’s a roster for Tuesdays...
- By Sandra McPhersonA girl moaning: I don’t understand “Wave.” You said, Maybe you should try selected whitecaps. I saw, on a flight to Honolulu...
- By Mario ChardSay they still tie ropes to the caskets of immigrants they find in the desert. That a rope saves time should someone come...
- Once, there was a year where every romance had fangs. It was hard to open up a novel without a vampire...
- By Natalie Scenters-ZapicoI was so thirsty, you cracked an egg into my mouth. I ate it & thanked you. We were so rich then. I ...
- By John HennessyMore sky please push open the apartment shutters crowbar the paint factory’s broken window frames rip...
- By Linda BierdsIn ... the whitish muslin of a wide-mouthed net, in time of the breaking of nations, and in elementary...
- By Michael HofmannSankt Georg, what was it, questionable, doubtful, shady, twilit, a something area, something Jan said...