from Ideal Machine

dear son don’t flinch / when he comes for you // singing through my brain my face // lure you wait / shadows flat under the operating lights //… More

Four Poems by Mark McMorris

What more is there to say about tambourines / that mimic the bells on a leather saddle, strapped / to a horse you rode across the Chinese tundra /… More

Mother and Daughter

But then there are daughters who become mothers, confusing the story because as mothers they remain, by definition, also daughters. How do they know which they are? More

Two Poems by John Yau

Shorthand that he is sacrificial pig / Soon to be dangled plunged flushed or frozen / Before slurping prognathous blob toting lurkers / Mildly curious prop destined for smithereen… More

The PEN Ten with Saeed Jones

"I'm obsessed with manhood as a brutal and artful performance. My mind always finds its way back to the crossroad where sex, race, and power collide." More

Deer in the Woods

“You therefore ought to put some thought into what happiness means to you,” the German said turning towards me, ”Deer in the woods? Or deer on the plate?”… More

The Era

dressed white on white in the crisis of surveillance, / who can stop this, / the whole white colony is moulting shares, / drones cloud the sky overhead /… More