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
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
A Kentucky of Mothers
God my poor real mom she would have died. // But people say her eyes contain a twinkle they believe in. When they see it they don't need a… More
Five Poems by Liu Xia
I’m a philosopher who thinks / with my body, I’m biological / theater, non-fiction, the body / of spirit whose language is / poetry. I am prosody. More
Four Poems by Jamaal May
To the mop, galvanized bucket, / sawdust, and push broom—the felled / tree it was cut from, dulled saw, blistered hand, // I offer my apologies. To the road.… More
Elegy with Crop-Duster
a great big nothingness happening / from field to canal / from canal to the fields beyond // power lines criss-crossing the formlessness of grief . . . The… More
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