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One Onion Layer After Another: A Conversation with Valzhyna Mort
The village where I spent my childhood summers, away from the city and school, is the landscape that has become my tabula rasa, the primary point of any departure.… More
Valzhyna Mort: Three Poems
It’s as if somebody threw at him slices / of skinned grapefruit. / Every time she hits him—I hit her. / Look at this. Look whom you’ve bred. //… More
Farnoosh Fathi: Two Untitled Poems
Brimming over a secret alone, the end / of its thought must be lost in a hum. / Jimmy crack corn and I don’t care— / The waves explode… More
[the air and its quality, the soft moon which we notice]
your friends gathered around the / record player singing guthrie tunes // too wistful for a work nite / or just wistful enough to fight as a result of… More
Kathryn L. Pringle: Two Poems
and tracks were laid / and trains were running / and the town was divided // people who were family / people who were friends / people who were… More
War on a Lunchbreak
Not that I ever lay hiding // dying in a ditch, but if I had, I think that I’d / know much about dry grass, the incredible value of… More
Move the Back of Your Heart Towards the Front of Your Heart
Let me show you pictures of the man / I was when I was // Other than the man / I am right now More
A Few Ideas from My Black Box
A Few Ideas from My Black BoxOrange crush. No, blue field.Wait, green ember. Maybe red beam.In-any-case yellow. Possibly,Netherworld gray. Quivering purple?Skylark white. Taking out the trashbeneath a shuddering sadness… More
Last of the Late Great Gorilla-Suit Actors
All the blondes / are thrown over his shoulders, the blondes he never even / liked, the bunches of blondes he mistook for bananas. More
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