On Value

Tuesday, Paris, and there’s no America / I wouldn’t ransom. Men beg // on the bridge a boy king / named for his mother—who held / his hand as… More

Five Poems by Wendy Trevino

The largest prison strike in the history / Of the US is still going. “We want / [You] to understand the economics / Of the prison system...It’s not about… More

Two Poems by Monica Ferrell

Snowflakes falling on the beaten copper of nightwater, / Filling up the mouths of drowned soldiers, / Snowflakes filling the sidewalk cracks, / Edging the trees with a blue… More

Trench Lyric

The doctors tell me I need this. / The sonnet will tell me I need it. / And you see me with a mug, / a glass, at work,… More

To a Distant Country

By now for all I know / he could be writing a letter to his wife / on a grain of rice. Could be waiting in line / at… More

The Gut

I kissed Dallas for the first time at the top a the rich neighborhood. // This was before the other houses. // You could still look out & see… More

April sauna

we spoke about music and religion and sex and the worst things we’d ever done for money and the best things we’d ever done for free More

Three Poems by Maggie Millner

If I sense something is missing / then I miss it. Those first demented / hours of your absence, // I thought missing seemed a soft / denomination: miss, a word… More

from Positions of the Sun

Misanthropes and philanthropists alike wait for a green light. An old woman fumbles with her coin purse at a supermarket checkout counter. Two students, sheltered from the rain by… More

turn-taking

my parents are to english as they are to the phone when it rings // when we pick up the phone to relatives, they don’t understand our jobs unless… More