By Lorna Dee Cervantes
We were so poor. The air was a quiver of thoughts we drew from to poise, unsaid in the ineffable world...
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- By Ya ShiThe cardiac bang bang of literary fame and the bruising after, you bang bang bang, I bruise for no reason...
- By Ray DiPalmaOnce a flâneur— though no longer nimble or lively but still eager—always a flâneur— On the rue de la Femme-sans...
- By Caroline BirdThe 18th century bawd who sells her daughter’s virginity to an Earl. The tired CIA operative who says...
- By Franny ChoiBefore the apocalypse, there was the apocalypse of boats: boats of prisoners, boats cracking under sky...
- By Claire SchwartzYou learn to recognize beauty by its frame. In the gilded hall, in the gilded frame, her milky neck ...
- By Kathleen OssipTo have arrived here, weighed down with fistfuls of calendar entries, unsuitably boggle-eyed as if new...
- By Sandra SimondsYou pick me up late a viscous outflow from the volcanic ledge of my thinking. Me in my duplex-hunger...
- By Christine Kanownikevery night an ancient priest gives me advice and in the morning I’m all alone with nothing a universe...
- By Rae ArmantroutOk, we’ve rendered the rendition how often? What were we trying to get rid of? We exposed the homeless...
- By Richie Hofmannthe city not yet shielded in ice the harbor not yet frozen enough to walk across trees without leaves...
- By Carolyn GuinzioNeighbor, your mower cast dust over the edge where the field meets the field, toy-sized ring- necked...
- By Bruce BeasleyHave psalter and breviary. Have hymnbook. Have laid fingers on rosary strings, plucked like lyres their...
- By Jill MagiStress is very important to me. With stress, I do the best possible job. From a personal perspective...
- By Wendy XuSuch were they, a dumb stuffed thing to say, if truth is we all grow old un- observed, limbs flail only...
- By Joseph MasseyDawn marks the wall a thin flange of off-blue An imagined silence Always an imagined silence The speed...
- By Javier ZamoraWe knew something was wrong when next to the TV, a large tomatillo plant was growing out the carpet....
- By Tim UppertonPeople like to mock my town, they mock it for being too provincial and too boring and it’s true, not...
- By Bill ManhireEnd of the day. A bar where you ought to leave a tip. The green bird was saying pretty pretty pretty, loved ones...
- By Shane BookWe smuggle crates of Beaujolais through the squeaky pantry door. We steal cases of cigarettes, borrow...