The Cripple’s Last Dance
Dance, like any other art, is a form of worship, you see. One false move can break that fragile link between you and your god. I lost my legs. More
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
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
From “Agnes the Elephant”
There is a man and a woman in the kitchen fighting / over which of the two of them get to keep their / son. The man is leaving… More
Zachary Schomburg Reads from “Agnes the Elephant”
Zachary Schomburg stopped by the PEN America offices in March and read an excerpt from a new poem, "Agnes the Elephant." Click through to listen to the recording and… More
Three Poems by Dora Malech
Lay a waste from out thy ode. / What to do after you slay me? // Start anew, lifeless. / Start a new life, less // servant to order… More
Six Poems by Michael Keenan
An 8th of a / tank of gas, a / day // old loaf of / bread, what / more could anyone / ask // for out of /… More
Two Poems by Kirsty Singer
they poured paint / on the church of scientology / they are suing god you said / there was lead in the paint / it was almost the color… More
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