The Houselights
because each entry in the lexicon / is a live wire whose root is charged by a / holy fire, as / when a canon shot in a play… More
Dream Life of Butterflies
I looked around at all the busted windows, the buckled sheets of corrugated iron nailed up where the doors had once been, and further along where a row of… More
A Dispatch from the Monkey Planet
An outside had never existed before! Does that mean where I am now is inside? Another monkey started opening the boxes, and was amazed to find out that you… More
Trance Notebook #15
what is a prime, / anyway? // and why did I already / feel past my prime when / I was seven years old? More
Two Poems by Eileen Myles
She asked / me if / I wanted / to make / films // someone / tied / a ribbon / it’s pink / and fluttering / on the… More
Three Questions with Cathy Park Hong
In literature, dystopic narrative has been used hubristically as a way to face one’s own mortality. An aging author, say someone like John Updike, conjures an apocalyptic narrative because… More
Two Poems by Cathy Park Hong
as a boy, my father used to trap / little brown sparrows, bury them in hot coal, / and slowly eat the charred birds alone / in the green… More
Three Questions with Heather Christle
I do not believe in trying to keep the work original. If that happens—if such an occurrence is possible—I believe it is necessarily a byproduct of a desire to… More