We Are All God’s Poems We Are All God’s Poems
We all want to be joined in holy metonymy. You are a part of me, we want God to say, that stands for the whole of me. Instead of immanent, just say man. Instead of wishbone, just…
Jul 12, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Amit Majmudar
Nocturne Nocturne
When at a loss for words—during, perhaps, a time of want or desire, when one’s body is overwhelmed by light, as if by the effect of Ketamine or MDMA, when overwhelmed by the weigh…
Jun 28, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Kwame Opoku-Duku
The Light The Light
Isn’t it the work of those of us who work to make new tools with the tools we are given, hammering matter into matter more adapted to the hand than to the memory of a hand, less to…
Jun 28, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Timothy Donnelly
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N In America, the land is a ghost of the land In America, the land is the land of the ghost In America, the land of the ghost in the land In America, the land is…
Jun 23, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Vanessa Angélica Villarreal
Late December in Abidjan Late December in Abidjan
The city, awake and brooding, is its own thing. I walk along Abobo, on the road everything leads to God, even the air. I watch men spread prayer mats, each of them full of c…
Jun 7, 2022 / Poems / Romeo Oriogun
Skeletons Skeletons
Skeleton, some wonder if you are really practical keening as you do through this city ensconced in flesh, a tailored suit for bones lost plush in skin. Is it a good life within exi…
May 31, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Deborah Landau
Snow Maze Snow Maze
Everything feels cold I’d love a little warmth But I am stuck out here While they warm themselves By the fireplace or by the fire They have no bones And are completely ash I…
May 24, 2022 / Poems / Dorothea Lasky
the poet defends his right to a future and demands its immediate redistribution the poet defends his right to a future and demands its immediate redistribution
the right to be stone if you take the snow to the caribbean sea, it melts. if you destroy capital’s temperaments, we return. you can’t concoct water, only its forms. to interrupt t…
May 24, 2022 / Poems / Raquel Salas Rivera