Two Poems by Ben Mirov
Master of fine art? More like paper / airplane disaster factory. // Gerard Manley Hopkins? / More like a clod of Earth flung skyward / towards God's stupid face. More
Four Last Songs
I’d forgotten to pay attention for years / To a song I heard for the first time // At the end of a recent memorial, / An actual song… 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
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
[the air and its quality, the soft moon which we notice]
your friends gathered around the / record player singing guthrie tunes // too wistful for a work nite / or just wistful enough to fight as a result of… More
Last of the Late Great Gorilla-Suit Actors
All the blondes / are thrown over his shoulders, the blondes he never even / liked, the bunches of blondes he mistook for bananas. More
Copenhagen Airport
Once a week, the PEN Poetry Series publishes work by emerging and established writers from coast to coast. This installment, selected by Ben Mirov, features poetry by Jason Bredle,… More
Three Lullabies
Dear Frank. I am writing you a letter with nowhere to send it. We’ve taken a room in San Felipe, on the Calle de los Claveles. Separating the bedrooms… More
Trajectory
The bullet, spinning / to maintain a shallow arc, / carves a hot thread / through the wind / until it breaks one hair / and the deer’s neck… More
Donald Dunbar: Untitled Poem
A priest, / a rabbi, / and a momentary lack of judgment walk into a bar / and pay their whole lives / for the crimes of a… More