Six Poems by Fred Moten

his hair was like furry lining brushed and see-through and he was pale, his pinkness had a descent in it, like he had warmed down 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

An Excerpt from Dick

But each place is well and each well a hole encircled by hunters on their hams with spears listening between the broken and whole words into the darkness below… More

Joshua Edwards Reads “Red Storm Days”

Joshua Edwards stopped by the PEN America offices to record an excerpt, entitled "Red Storm Days," from his poem "Agonistes." Complete with hustling, bustling PEN America offices noises. More

Red Storm Days

Twenty-four descriptions of the future: / Champagne after a trip in a carriage, / Discontents without civilization, / A bizarre light will unsteady the air More

Four Poems by Wong May

Today again / The Pastoral / sounds like a funeral march / : the dream of / a statesman / waking up in heaven / Bearing with… More

I Loved Earth Years Ago

I no longer call his death in Tennessee a murder I call it an execution, executed for being queer. It happened over a dozen years ago and few believed… More