Number Six of the Eleven Calamities
Someone would ask me how I was and I would promptly answer “prose.” You’d look down at the inscription I’d written and somehow it would only say “prose.” Prose… More
from On Paradise
Everything in and of war in war. / Every flight and branch and wing, / A body of war: a woman brushing a boy’s hair— / War—the wild turkey… More
Three Poems by Camille Rankine
I have decided I am not // afraid and in this hopeful state I call out to the living / we have been cleansed word has come down /… More
Three Poems by Roberto Tejada
Even with slurred tongue and cracked teeth I discern a benign country beyond for me to / confer there my night custody and coat of arms. More
Two Poems by Forrest Gander
the woodpecker’s / long tongue, forked / at the base of its throat and / wrapped over the top of its head / and around the eye socket, /… More
When She Left
was her face moving or talking, were the words her own; was it because she was missing or because of something else; if moving how grainy, was it from… More
Four Poems by Emily Wilson
Is it to the power of flowering / between the red / and the far-red regions, / against the gloom, / the peony, the poppy, the rose, / the… More
Two Poems by Kirill Medvedev
On the day of my thirty-seventh birthday I ended up involved / in murdering the president. I was in charge of watching the windows of his palace / and… More
Poetry Is Special America
I do not know. I do not know. I do not know. I do not know. I do not know. I do not know. I do not know. I… More
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