Four Poems by Wong May

Today again / The Pastoral / sounds like a funeral march / : the dream of / a statesman / waking up in heaven / Bearing with… More

Siege

The girls come from nowhere. Two of them, running behind their mother, who seems to be urging them on with her voice, yet holding them back with her arms;… More

I Loved Earth Years Ago

I no longer call his death in Tennessee a murder I call it an execution, executed for being queer. It happened over a dozen years ago and few believed… More

A Sailor

She tells her husband this story. He asks her what she wants him to say. She tells him to say that he is angry that she fucked a Turkish… More

Rank

a dead squirrel threaded tight in the bamboo / bustling with white worms stench static guitar / should you roll in it, no water on earth / should you… More

Two Poems from Red Doc>

He hadn’t known his / grandmother long or well. / She smelled like Noxzema. / Didn’t like doctors. Believed in herbs and the / Bible. When the apostles /… More

Three Questions with C.D. Wright

Clearly authoritarian states are afraid of even small, solo voices. Less mucked-up states with grandiose images of themselves are afraid of truth-speakers as well. But they can just paper… More