After Meng Hao-jan
In winter I drink tea by the window / Stars shine through my reflection / Occasionally I go out and see if I might / Find another remote and… More
Poem for His Ex-Girlfriend
Last I heard you worked at a bakery. / Last I read your poems were lower case / with capital content. I used to like / to read them… More
Three Poems from Vanishing-Line
even in extremity, / hardship, they belonged / to, communion, / their voices, memory, / of the forest / of the air / of the weeping birds / of… More
Cynthia Arrieu-King: Poem
Ocean. One perceivable star. / Blue burnished, close. More
Chris Martin: Two Poems
I sneeze upon seeing myself / or throw my own / bones into the street / like white confetti More
Ben Mirov in Conversation
The structure of both your poems and collections have an almost random, found quality to them. How do you go about editing your work and putting your manuscripts together?There’s… More
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