Three Poems from Feeld

unforld mye folde / lik / a chylde debarkynge the old / treee / ekspektynge a hole / mye fase 2 the flore / off a feeld / becums… More

Mon cœur mis en trope #1

I haven’t yet begun to use metaphors. / It’s still raining. I don’t use metaphors. / My heart is black and quiet. / My heart has not yet begun… More

Conditions

ninety thousand children crossing the border in the last three years what thirst what listening what refuge what desert harbor what desert keeps at bay what keens what dims… More

Four Poems by Lily Clifford

Uncomfortable in a hospital gown, fallow. The thing I’m praising is wretchedness. It gets easier, as easy as a slur. The tongue root and the doctor’s late, blinking the… More

from The Sissies

A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, / and I threw up at the sight of that. // My only security has been to garden civility… More

Toward the Great Unity

I was young, always returning to the municipal building, / where an iron lamp hung, a flickering vestige of history. / And when I moved my belongings in with… More

Testimony Over Tape Recorder

I am the youngest. I am 85 and yesterday, / I was 15 in a military station; / my friends each dying, one by one; / and now I… More

Scrambled Eggs

Plunder culture, culture plunder / Going into debt so as to be employable so as to slowly pay off that debt, or never, or having been born into it,… More