Strange Wind of Starlessness
I’m not trying to reach some divine / ear. Imagine. Where once / was mercy trash now crunches / like leaves under stars / if only there were still… More
Selfie in a Pixelated Mirror
Not too many jokes, and even worse, / the ones that do come up won’t be so funny, more like / saltines, welcome when there’s nothing else around. /… More
Two Poems by Rashidah Ismaili
The dead sleep nude. / Centuries have robbed coats. / Dresses have been discarded / for non-essential yardage. / Here and there a hand reaches More
Two Poems by Jericho Brown
I was smaller then / One road went through me / No airport / I drove him home / There had been a wreck / On the interstate /… More
Trance Notebook #15
fell into a reverie about / asking the interviewer / to pose nude for me or / somehow making it / clear that he could / invite himself to… More
The Killing Floor is Slick
Hook the hooves— invert bodies; / suits on a dry cleaner's / motorized line. More
Five Poems by Juan-Carlos Galeano
The fishermen who scale and gut their catch / discover a river in the bellies of the fish. // In the river shines a sandbar where some boys play… More
The PEN Ten with Dorothy Tse
"Every word becomes dangerous when words fall into a wave of social movements." More
from The Pirate Who Does Not Know the Value of Pi
The pirate is the child of the man. The child of the man tells a tale. The tale entails counting. Counting relies on natural numbers. Natural numbers do not… More
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