Mother Moon

Mother Moon is bringing in the harvest / you know she grows cocaine? // Mother Moon she’s bad sometimes / she's big, she // turns the tide in every… More

Salt on the Tongue

Perhaps she needed to find the right place to love. After the birches, behind the burning and scattered leaves, laughter was looking at her upside down. Someone said you… More

Two Poems by Vikas K. Menon

But Walt Whitman’s sweetly other tongue // always sang in us, / my Brother, my Stranger— // even as children, when / all we owned // were our silences. More

Writing on Rikers

They write of homes left behind, of husbands and lovers and mothers and fathers they have disappointed or who have disappointed them, about God who gives them strength, and… More

Makedonija

She sent the twins to milk two sheep, then put a copper of milk before me and one before my brother. Whoever drank his copper first would get to… More

Eat My Heart Out

“I adopt loads of pussies from a refuge,” I said. “Yeah, and I love to feed the pussies condensed milk in tiny china dishes. I lounge around on my… More