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from Airstrip Falconry

my brother died that day / already at twenty-three / past highway 7 if wishing what / he’d stay for wasn’t me / wasn’t someone else // the smell… More

Last Poem

Because every poem kills itself / Because we kill ourselves in poems / Because death is inevitable and poetry is merely impossible More

from Embraces the carrion

In Istanbul, you say, they took the dogs from the streets / Brought them to islands. / Then they took down the oldest Roma neighborhood to build houses Byzantine… More

from Gates & Fields

And in yesteryears when days seemed long / A bell around her very neck / We were there saying come what you are / We were there saying More

Extremely Poor

Telling is a form of generosity, / Marías keeps repeating throughout his book // like a kind of tolling, and what I like about / the translation is the… More

Two Poems by Roberto Montes

This week in the PEN Poetry Series, PEN America features two poems by Roberto Montes.  The Estate Taxed I should have taken the amaranth soap From the rich prick's bathroom Should have mothered… More

Public Works

It was an election year. The switchboards flickered with stars in their / universe of calls. Of all places, a public park. The workers had begun / to dig,… More

Operation Haze

Yesterday I lost two lights / when I ripped the yellow ones / out / Now it’s just me / and a borrowed mile // I think the… More

Triumph

It is not the fire itself you smell in your wool coat. / The fire itself is no body, / no site for war. // The gall, the dread,… More