- Andrew Hudgins
- Louise Glück
- David Wagoner
- Donald Hall
- Loren Goodman
From this Issue
Poem
Our father liked to play a game.
He played that he was dead.
He took his thick black glasses off
and stretched out on the bed.
He wouldn’t twitch and didn’t snore
or move in any way.
He didn’t even seem to breathe!
We asked, Are you...
He played that he was dead.
He took his thick black glasses off
and stretched out on the bed.
He wouldn’t twitch and didn’t snore
or move in any way.
He didn’t even seem to breathe!
We asked, Are you...
Poem
Defier of closed space, such as the head, opener
Of the sealed passageways, so that
Sunlight entering the nose can once again
Exit the ear, vaporizer, mist machine, whose
Soft hiss sounds like another human being
...
Of the sealed passageways, so that
Sunlight entering the nose can once again
Exit the ear, vaporizer, mist machine, whose
Soft hiss sounds like another human being
...
Table of Contents
Poems
- Andrew Hudgins
- Louise Glück
- David Wagoner
- Donald Hall
- Loren Goodman
- Conor O'Callaghan
- Joel Brouwer
- Eleanor Wilner
- Billy Collins
- Wendy Cope
- George Szirtes
- Charlene Fix
- Jeffrey Skinner
- Richard Wilbur
- Dabney Stuart
- Randall Mann
- Albert Goldbarth
- Bob Hicok
- Jack Conway
- David Kirby
- H. L. Hix
- Dan Chiasson
- Mark Jarman
- Zach Finch
- R. S. Gwynn
- Jennifer Michael Hecht
Comment
- Kay Ryan
- Michael Lewis
- Dean Young
Letters
- Sylvester Dewart
CONTRIBUTORS
- Joel Brouwer
- Dan Chiasson
- Billy Collins
- Jack Conway
- Wendy Cope
- Sylvester Dewart
- Zach Finch
- Charlene Fix
- Louise Glück
- Albert Goldbarth
- Loren Goodman
- R. S. Gwynn
- Donald Hall
- Jennifer Michael Hecht
- Bob Hicok
- H. L. Hix
- Andrew Hudgins
- Mark Jarman
- David Kirby
- Michael Lewis
- Randall Mann
- Conor O'Callaghan
- Kay Ryan
- Jeffrey Skinner
- Dabney Stuart
- George Szirtes
- David Wagoner
- Richard Wilbur
- Eleanor Wilner
- Dean Young