“Tourist” and “Boat People”
Don’t take a picture of my burro / My burro’s load’s too heavy / And he’s too small / And he has no food here / Don’t take a… More
What Follows Us Now Must Soon Enough Be Carried
I can’t drink beers at 3 p.m. very often / or anytime soon live in San Francisco / because I am trying to be a decent middle-class father, /… More
Vocation & Dear Mid-Afternoon Nap
some, like the moses / of israel, have a rod and god’s warrant, / and still can hardly get started. / others, / like the moses of her people,… More
Valzhyna Mort: Three Poems
It’s as if somebody threw at him slices / of skinned grapefruit. / Every time she hits him—I hit her. / Look at this. Look whom you’ve bred. //… More
Farnoosh Fathi: Two Untitled Poems
Brimming over a secret alone, the end / of its thought must be lost in a hum. / Jimmy crack corn and I don’t care— / The waves explode… More
Comes the Silence
The last part of a story is the silence / That comes at the end. / A time to think, to reflect. / The drums are still now. /… More
Versos de amor y locura
Déjame que te cuente las palabras. / Somos los hijos de los rojos versos / que vuelan cuando está la noche encima. / Qué pálidos amantes, pues nos vemos… More
Poems from Water Puppets
I will admit I was in favor of war and now look what’s happened. / At the end of the road the man driving the truck will eat /… More
Catherine Wagner: Two Poems
Robins and cardinals blurt between furrows of storm. / A way energy has of being. It can caress itself. More