Notes of a Native Son
I’m the truest sort of resident. The kind who, / asked to offer proof that he resides here, fails. / The guy who comes from someplace else & thrives… More
A Theory of the Novel
a boy’s attention, corralled / in sand, pebbles, and the sun’s / slow clockwork, fails to take in / the wreckage, though / years from now, he’ll describe it… More
Elaine Equi: Two Poems
A gong is struck / in the temple of a dream / signaling / change. More
After Meng Hao-jan
In winter I drink tea by the window / Stars shine through my reflection / Occasionally I go out and see if I might / Find another remote and… More
Poem for His Ex-Girlfriend
Last I heard you worked at a bakery. / Last I read your poems were lower case / with capital content. I used to like / to read them… More
Three Poems from Vanishing-Line
even in extremity, / hardship, they belonged / to, communion, / their voices, memory, / of the forest / of the air / of the weeping birds / of… More
Cynthia Arrieu-King: Poem
Ocean. One perceivable star. / Blue burnished, close. More
Chris Martin: Two Poems
I sneeze upon seeing myself / or throw my own / bones into the street / like white confetti More