Three Poems by Kiki Petrosino
You died in the pith of August. You left us. / In rageful choke, in dust: you left us. // On your coffin lid: Going Home. A bluebird. /… More
from The Waters
Black hail falls on your daughter’s wedding. / Every day the next day is the biggest exam of your life. / When you say “coffee” all people hear is… More
from MW: A Field Guide to the Midwest
What my parents were most silent about was what they hated more than anything. They were professionals afterall, and to be professional means keeping one’s mouth shut. When my… More
Two Poems by Derek Gromadzki
how saints have bent slender here under orisons and absence / over which appearance tips and we the steadying More
A Few Ideas from My Black Box
A Few Ideas from My Black BoxOrange crush. No, blue field.Wait, green ember. Maybe red beam.In-any-case yellow. Possibly,Netherworld gray. Quivering purple?Skylark white. Taking out the trashbeneath a shuddering sadness… 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
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