Six Poems by Fred Moten
his hair was like furry lining brushed and see-through and he was pale, his pinkness had a descent in it, like he had warmed down More
Two Poems by Hoa Nguyen
Screaming mostly / I like to dance dark woods / stony hills lonely & moody /… More
Two Poems by Kirsty Singer
they poured paint / on the church of scientology / they are suing god you said / there was lead in the paint / it was almost the color… More
Three Questions with Maggie Nelson
I hope that what we are working for, when we work for freedom of expression, is the right of writers and editors to be irresponsible in language without threat… More
from Bluets
At the bottom of the swimming pool, I watched the white winter light spangle the cloudy blue and I knew together they made God. When I walked into my… More
How She Penetrates
According to family lore, there was a great bonfire in which all of Jane’s possessions perished. Her journals, her clothes, her scrapbooks, her books, her typewriter, her school papers,… More
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