Five Poems by Susan Scarlata
That no one uploads // this moth dust or downloads that bear strut. / Hear it. That we use our intricate moves for / something with succor. Hear it.… More
The Girl on a Leash
Her mother’s flaky hands scraped against her daughter’s forehead. Once they had been like candle wax. She said, “Are we wrong?” Her father said, “Do you want to raise… More
Two Poems by Cody-Rose Clevidence
etched appetites strung pearls on thick boughs: / bought come early, before the shine wears off / in this dalliance the days crust rose gentle / sight More
PEN Announces 2013 Translation Fund Winners
The Translation Fund, now celebrating its tenth year, is pleased to announce the winners of this year’s competition. From a field of 180 applicants, the Fund’s Advisory Board has… More
Letter to My Grandnephew
I have a little yellow plastic bead shaped like an elephant. It is standing on a small red, hexagonal box that sits on top of my TV set. The… More
Appeals from the Senseless
I’ll flood the courts with my appeals. / I’ll complain about my prison meals. // Here’s another thing I refuse to see. / The courts are slow because of… More
People I Know
They are girls in buffalo stances, / that dance for men they hate, / who even sometimes hate themselves, / but still paint the pain on in the morning… More
Prison Diary
How can I communicate what it is like to get arrested when you have one four month old daughter and a second daughter on the way, and then be… More
Of Ash and Bone
Even the legend of the two self-garroters varied according to the storyteller. In some versions the men were star-crossed lovers who died tragically, side by side. In others the… More
Painting the Sunset
It’s said that too many cooks spoil the broth and two women under one roof is one too many. It couldn’t have been easy for my Aunt Margie to… More
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