By Cole Swensen
a river slips in shifting leaves sifting. a river sifts and falls to pieces in which not seen (this ...
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- By Jos Charlesits a secrete the grls speeching mye hole / inn 2 the lindens / wee go out & playe footballe / verie...
- By Rajiv MohabirLook at your feet, so beautiful. Do not step on the ground, filth will smear them; your future will ...
- By Federico García Lorca1. La cogida y la muerte A las cinco de la tarde. Eran las cinco en punto de la tarde. Un niño trajo...
- By BazeedIn the hiding hour of autophagy ghosts hang out all day and talk to us. An archival haunting demanding...
- By Hari AlluriWhere are you now? Must we say farewell tonight? So many of us wonder. God sobs in my arms, a wounded gazelle tonight. They...
- By Ruth AwadDays of rain. The drey outside my window would keel and the wind would plunder. My heart was valent ...
- By David TaitA week of autumn snow, and today the sun, the buildings fizzy with melting, the beggar draping his sheets...
- By James K. BaxterThe wish to climb a ladder to the loft Of God dies hard in us. The angels Jacob saw Were not himself...
- By A. Van JordanLately, my friends ask me, out of love, have I written about my mother, who suffers under the storm ...
- By Kimiko Hahnif there is a river more beautiful than this bright as the blood red edge of the moon if i can conjure such radiance and safety as expressed...
- By Shira ErlichmanOh no, I didn’t mean to believe in the infinite. Now I’m gripping the hand -lebars like shoulder blades...
- By Natalie ShaperoGod come on stop cutting me out of your photos God stop dragging the mouse around my shopworn body like...
- By Jordan PérezWe have been shitting and pissing in the sealed buses through the night, then out, and stadium lights...
- By Kimiko HahnRoselle Avenue School. Above the blackboard hangs a row of Kelly-green cards with white letters in script...
- By Kimiko HahnOver the mirrors meant To glass the opulent The sea-worm crawls—grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent. Yes, in disaster’s aftermath...
- By Kimiko HahnThe child looks out the window at the peeling barn. The mother sits on the roof and waves at her. The...
- By Kimiko HahnLacquer, wood, moss, rock, straw Lacquer can be black or deep orange. A natsume, both a personal item...
- By Kimiko HahnBut how could Arthur go, clutching his tiny lily, with his eyes shut up so tight and the roads deep in snow? I don’t know how Arthur...
- By Michael Luis MedranoJesús José Medrano went away no more motel rooms to clean he asked my dad to take his place when Dad...