- November 13, 2018
Alice Oswald
Last thing each night, go out for the moon.Pull on old coat, shut garden gate.Roll up old sleeves. Swing arms. Poor soul.
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- November 12, 2018
Charles Simic
You were a witnessTo so many crimesIn your lifetime, my friend,
- November 11, 2018
Gordon Lonethunder
I can’t see it from this side of our window. In any case I don’t know what you’re talking about. A snuff of kettle’d tea in the kitchen.
- November 10, 2018
Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
In Rome last summer I learnedthat there are seven varieties of apricots,that they are distinguished not only
- November 8, 2018
Terrance Hayes
American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin
Probably, ghosts are allergic to us. Our uproarious
- November 23, 2018
Layli Long Soldier
I’m so wound. With built up key stroke, dog bite and growl.Wind slides through New Mexican brilliant whitegreyclouds. Spring. Early morning five-minute drive to school. I drop
- November 7, 2018
Diana Nguyen
1There is a house in me. It is empty. I empty it.
- November 6, 2018
Justin Phillip Reed
what is the word for the realization that your language never loved
you? you are a red thing / scattered, sad map of
sacrificial fires nightly appealing
where is that word?
- November 4, 2018
Maya Catherine Popa
Aristotle organized the living world into animals and plants. That was the easy part.
