Overture to a Tragedy Overture to a Tragedy
Greetings to you who holds me close. I hold you close because of your beauty (I wanted to possess your beauty)— The beauty which leaves your body that remains. Greetings to you who…
Apr 20, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Kim Ok & translated by Ryan Choi
A Poem A Poem
It is not normal, a woman says Never has been, another said Ordinary, the men women make In parks, corners of street, rhyme Daily, I shut the window I pass messages by The so-calle…
Apr 20, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Jos Charles
To Julia de Burgos To Julia de Burgos
Already people murmur I’m your enemy since they say that in verse I give the world to me. They lie, Julia de Burgos. They lie, Julia de Burgos. The one rising in my verses isn’t yo…
Apr 10, 2021 / Poems / Julia de Burgos and Ilan Stavans
Ann Arbor doesn’t need streetlights Ann Arbor doesn’t need streetlights
Black ass is obvious at 2:00AM on Geddes Avenue. Should I blame N my thighs, sheering denim to skin windows? Or these cornbread- N cultivated hips Clifton passed on to me that seem…
Apr 6, 2021 / Poems / Courtney Faye Taylor
It’s Important I Remember That There’s a Difference Between a Human Being and a Person— It’s Important I Remember That There’s a Difference Between a Human Being and a Person—
which comes to mind each time I see them kiss a dog on the mouth. N A dog’s mouth is cleaner than a human’s only because our best friends cannot say the things acquaintances do abo…
Apr 1, 2021 / Poems / Cortney Lamar Charleston
Rehearsals (Lilica [Pixote, 1980 dir. Héctor Babenco]) Rehearsals (Lilica [Pixote, 1980 dir. Héctor Babenco])
I’m telling you a place of purple rocks stretching to the sunset…I’m telling you eyes like a pharaoh’s…I’m telling you huge bouquets of flowers drooling in cheap rooms…I’m telling…
Apr 1, 2021 / Poems / Robert Fernandez
The Sentence The Sentence
In the gospel according to children Love is a sentence containing a logic no syntax can trace— Mom throwing parties just to ruin them, Dad blaming everyone but himself. You remembe…
Mar 16, 2021 / Poems / Rob Schlegel
Book of Dolls 46; Book of Dolls 48 Book of Dolls 46; Book of Dolls 48
46 The gods who made me small wer…
Mar 11, 2021 / Poems / Bruce Bond
Elegy Elegy
Sundays, my brother returns as a trapezoid of light inching across the fading rug, showing me again that windows need cleaning. He returns each time a breeze brings the unpleasantn…
Mar 6, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Stephen Tuttle
The Notes The Notes
I stay in bed and listen for any music. Today is cheerful, it has overshot itself and is tomorrow. I’m left behind, waiting for the birds to return. They’ve moved on. I now know th…
Mar 6, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Victoria Chang