By Sarah Carson
The last man here wanted
what could not be taken: My girl, he'd say,
my baby. The narrow of his eyes…
what could not be taken: My girl, he'd say,
my baby. The narrow of his eyes…
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- By Zach CzaiaOpen your mouth. Your tongue,
put it out. Let it wait.
Let it wait till it is
dry and cool. Let it wait… - By Adrian Matejkabecause of want & tumble?
Because of word crumbles in the kitchen’s halogen?
No. Separate bedrooms for… - By Nick FlynnSaint Augustine preached humility &
the need to simply be on the ground.
Do you wish to rise? he asked… - By Anastasia Taylor-Lindv.
Isn’t it dangerous to be a woman? Surrounded by men, questions
about risk-taking, parenting (I’m childless… - By Maggie QueeneyThe look I am hunting: the one
that through color and cut glares the starer into a skull or a skein
of… - By Maggie QueeneyA corruption of grammar—what knowledge
I have come by comes through the eyes To my hands—lightning runs… - By Liz HowardAmid moonscape railings
cognition drained its basinone brother was born
on land black from the mineall… - By Norman DubieIf only it were just a lousy herb
That issued feeble tendrils slowly, now and then
Relinquishing some … - By Saeed JonesThe end of the world was mistaken
for just another midday massacre
in America. Brain matter and broken… - By Remica Bingham-Rishera man is killed in Mobile, Alabama. It is 1981, nearest what some will call the last lynching in America…
- By William Hughes MearnsYesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd… - By George OppenMy father bought us this trip, he'd taken it, he wanted to give us an experience,
our eyes to see for… - By Toi DerricotteWhen relatives came from out of town,
we would drive down to Blackbottom,
drive slowly down the congested… - By Camonghne FelixWhat else could I say except I agree with you really am bulldozed
with grief
my strength a whistle in… - By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukI saw a herd of toads in the gully of my reflection
Staring at each other arguing over insects
It wasn… - By Tilsa OttaVi una manada de sapos mirándose entre ellos
Discutiendo insectos en el cauce de mi reflejo
No fue rom… - By Tilsa OttaOdio la violencia
Así sea hermosa y moderna
Le temo a la ciencia
Cuando hace realidad mis peores sueños… - By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukI hate violence
Even if it’s beautiful and modern
I fear science
When it makes my worst dreams come true… - By K. IverYou’ve never seen a lilac in Mississippi.
Backstage you wear lotion laced with
its chemical imitation. A ballet mistress
says relevé always as command: lift
onto the toe using only the heel.
Your ankle’s bewilderment
old as the horned owl gaze from
your mother hunched in the...