The Falling Man The Falling Man
The story is missing, so I fill it in— it’s what a thinking person does to cope. Without the details, only Death can win. And so, the panic invariably set in, the fires on lower fl…
Mar 8, 2022 / Books & the Arts / C. Dale Young
What Is to Be Done What Is to Be Done
When asked Why here? Mao said We didn’t pick it Here is a slab of If Here is a set of appropriate roles; armed in cinema Armed against No one was here I see you, us. Someday Our a…
Mar 8, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Zaina Alsous
See the Tail That Wags the Dog See the Tail That Wags the Dog
See the tail that wags the dog. Language is speaking the man. Look, the shovel is making a hole in the grave digger! Brushes paint artists into the walls! The hip is wagging the da…
Feb 22, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Ludmila Khersonsky
Hannah Is Never Only Hannah Hannah Is Never Only Hannah
Please get that I am the trying breeze going through the really great great great world yes yes. Please get that I am the drowning helpful freedom of the storm yes yes. Please get…
Feb 22, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Hannah Emerson
Toward Bakersfield Toward Bakersfield
I Because the road comes without calling it, head low like it doesn’t want trouble but really does, and the bright cars, with faces like their owners, want to witness that trouble,…
Jan 18, 2022 / Poems / Brendan Constantine
Natalie Eilbert, by User 4357 Natalie Eilbert, by User 4357
There’s there there. A sweet empty vacuum bag smells of industry, its provenance. I try a xylophone note, a sound like burnt yellow. Approximations don’t mimic; they stand i…
Jan 13, 2022 / Poems / Natalie Eilbert
Letter to June Jordan in September Letter to June Jordan in September
I cannot pass the anniversary of that first news event of childhood without returning to your poem. How from my house I watched. And watching, watched my grief-stricken pare…
Jan 11, 2022 / Poems / Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
Stay Stay
after Dr. Elizabeth Sawin If only someone had told you your true extent how you connect to mountain glaciers and tropical orchids. How this is your time for young children, excessi…
Jan 6, 2022 / Poems / Elizabeth Metzger
Another Name for America Is Time Another Name for America Is Time
after Wanda Coleman JuneWe die. JuneSoon we die in March, April, May JuneMother may I? Yes you may. JuneMother, your back is turned. Ah, there’s your face. JuneWe march. JuneJanua…
Dec 28, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Ama Codjoe
Forever Homeless Forever Homeless
Before my long travel, I pack my suitcases, stuff them with some sand from our land, some scent from my mother’s kitchen and sounds of birds in the morning. And in my pockets, I pu…
Dec 28, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Mosab Abu Toha