- December 15, 2018
Christina Lloyd
I. Vertebrae speckle the screen,
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- December 14, 2018
Mark Jarman
My father returns as a luna moth,a green hand under the porch light.He comes back as a tree frog on the kitchen window,
- December 13, 2018
Tishani Doshi
Girls are coming out of the woods,wrapped in cloaks and hoods,carrying iron bars and candles
- December 12, 2018
Benjamín Naka-Hasebe Kingsley
My ma
said agony
said hurt
said she’d be
damned
- December 11, 2018
John Koethe
We’re always other people, whoever they are.I’m grateful to poets’ biographies—a genre nearly asObsolete as its subjects—for helping me make myself up,
- December 9, 2018
Kerri Webster
What I needed to survive was, currentsmoving over my body.Also, bourbon.
- November 25, 2018
Mary Donnelly
Everything is carved from boneeverywhere. Ships and shoes andhardhats to mimic the skull.
- December 8, 2018
Bruce Bond
Out of the body of the beloved: the lovethat bears one name as it sheds the older
- December 7, 2018
Marcelo Hernandez Castillo
I’ve never made love to a man. I’ve never made love to a man but I imagine.
- December 6, 2018
Aimee Nezhukumatathil
When I’m happy I can smile twice at the same time.So thin—a marker-tip line with a waxy shine—a vein of a maple leaf, a dog’s upper lip, arm of anemone.
