Trance Notebook #15
fell into a reverie about / asking the interviewer / to pose nude for me or / somehow making it / clear that he could / invite himself to… More
The Price of Migration Equals Slave Labor
Scoop shit from shitty sidewalk / Times classified ad never spell this / On my tobacco’s Tobago’s tobacco’s sunny soil / Work never been this hard More
In the Dark
We have stepped into the picture. / That’s where we are. More
Mother Moon
Mother Moon is bringing in the harvest / you know she grows cocaine? // Mother Moon she’s bad sometimes / she's big, she // turns the tide in every… More
Two Poems by Vikas K. Menon
But Walt Whitman’s sweetly other tongue // always sang in us, / my Brother, my Stranger— // even as children, when / all we owned // were our silences. More
The Killing Floor is Slick
Hook the hooves— invert bodies; / suits on a dry cleaner's / motorized line. More
Five Poems by Juan-Carlos Galeano
The fishermen who scale and gut their catch / discover a river in the bellies of the fish. // In the river shines a sandbar where some boys play… More
from The Pirate Who Does Not Know the Value of Pi
The pirate is the child of the man. The child of the man tells a tale. The tale entails counting. Counting relies on natural numbers. Natural numbers do not… More
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