Cultivation
Burlap sack snaps in the windagain, the turn-rows grow longer.Along the way, days become bygones—dandelions dancing in the breeze.Knees dig into loose soil,toiling hands peel away a husk.Dusk meets… More
Air Pressure
I’ve seen wind go mad / in the skies of Arkansas; sticks / like straw, stuck through plumb... More
An Ordinary Prison
Peer into a prisonariumWe travel in a fish bowlPut your ear to the glass and hearA mumbled roar with shrill highlightsCardsharks hunched over scores and crumbsSlapping cards and grunting… More
Cold Spring
Cold spring and a redwing blackbird. / Norway maple in a litter of seed keys. / Inconvenient, the needs of the soul. // Cold spring. Fresh paint on a… More
Five Poems by Lisa Olstein
Like everyone, I’ll watch indefinitely while / the meant-to-be lovers stay a lip’s width apart / or a war zone, their shadows overlapping / like animals around a dried-up… More
Cunt Norton
When you cunt a text, both texts are devoured, both are spit back up stunned by their new undulations, their hybridity an act of endurance and of disappearance, meanings… More
Three Poems by Simone Kearney
I fill you like feeling, which has a system. / I’m not far or near, the way words / pile up in dictionaries. I touch / your sensible drowning… More
Day of Rage
we checked it all out, twice we passed / the policeman in his sentry-box… / when we dispersed in the half gloom of side-streets / I noted this image:… More
from L’Heure Bleue
When I say what I think, / someone always tells me they agree / or disagree, which ruins / the thought for me . . . // There’s a… More
Agnes the Elephant
There is no / such thing // as infinity. / I started counting // when I was / very young // and I can tell / you now //… More
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