Fly, Pelican, Fly Fly, Pelican, Fly
What’s this all about? Let’s do a list. Die is last. Dawn is first. Underneath it all, the sea tries to say the sea is all there really is. Fly, pelican, fly. It’s not enough to lo…
Nov 30, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Jim Moore
In Resemblance of the Living In Resemblance of the Living
Alone I spirit myself away looking at the many flowers born on the balcony, certainly not thanks to me, the gardener was the wind. They skin me with precision, their beauty sinks i…
Nov 16, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Chandra Livia Candiani
You Couldn’t Lose Me You Couldn’t Lose Me
It was like waking up in California— the awkward blossoms, the sky an aggressive blue. I remember the smell from your armpits, the greenhouse windows covered in white paint, where…
Nov 16, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Richie Hofmann
25 scenes in which the circumstances did not apply 25 scenes in which the circumstances did not apply
N 1. in the light of a lamppost, a black fence in the background, wearing a long, fabulously well-cut black coat, feet in leather boots, 6’4” over me, he is a pylon in his eyes all…
Nov 11, 2021 / Poems / Radna Fabias
The Request of the Doe The Request of the Doe
The old doe wanted to be witnessed in pain for eternity. Cut and bandaged and then cut up again. Fine, they said. We’ll see how you fare. They took her into the sterile room and co…
Nov 9, 2021 / Poems / Bianca Stone
I Just Chose My Place and Let the Circle Form Around Me I Just Chose My Place and Let the Circle Form Around Me
N behold the Lord a neutron star had been “missing” for 32 years visible light faded gradually over 500 days, then astrophysicists announced they had seen a hot,…
Oct 19, 2021 / Poems / Oliver Baez Bendorf
We Came Here to Get Away From You We Came Here to Get Away From You
Port Townsend, Washington Downhill, a skeleton of an orca suspended: a female beached; belly full, at that time, of seal and fish; the seal and fish full, at that time of poison. T…
Oct 19, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Donika Kelly
In the New Year In the New Year
Sun on my face and the train slips into the tunnel. Dim reflection confronts. Perhaps I am lacking in something substantial like iron, or virtue. How easy it is to hurt someone, ho…
Oct 19, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Natasha Rao
The Changing Hymn (Allegory of the Singing Lover) The Changing Hymn (Allegory of the Singing Lover)
For Mary Rose During the Trouble Years my love sang the same song every day but every day she’d change—slightly—the words One day she sang a song for sweepers and the next day the…
Oct 14, 2021 / Poems / Patrick Rosal