Ephemera Ephemera
Each morning I sit in silence, time slides, changes in my heart, a moss covered cavern where its fire wakes me to a camaraderie of light, my wife waking upstairs to walk to her win…
Feb 20, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Afaa M. Weaver
“Pages 9-14,” an excerpt from The Ferguson Report: An Erasure “Pages 9-14,” an excerpt from The Ferguson Report: An Erasure
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Feb 18, 2021 / Poems / Nicole Sealey
Provenance Provenance
There she was in that lavender dress, in that room, in that apartment, turning around to answer his fist pounding that door in the middle of that day that…
Feb 6, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Paul Tran
Boy Corona Boy Corona
after John Donne & for N. P. TENDER CROWN I have only these two hands with which to praise you, Bro…
Lying Down Lying Down
Every body that hits the ground in Hell will get up should they choose it. There’s plenty of death and destruction but no dead. All ends are artificial, wishful thinking, and even…
Jan 27, 2021 / Poems / Dustin Pearson
Yeats’ Stance Yeats’ Stance
When I was about twenty I went by myself up into the towerthe holy place and never questioned it, but felt I could never be of it. You could feel it in the air this power like bein…
Jan 26, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Jean Valentine
My Husband Tells Me About a Man Who Doesn’t Kill Himself My Husband Tells Me About a Man Who Doesn’t Kill Himself
We are trapped in traffic beneath the overpass, and the man in his story trembles on the edge of an overpass eight hundred miles west of here. Here, I have not tried to die for som…
Jan 26, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Eugenia Leigh
Life Preserver Life Preserver
It’s not pointless to love, finally. Just like training snakes, it calls for a refined technique and losing our shame of performing in front of the world in loincloths. And nerves…
Jan 12, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Javier Velaza
In the Epoch of Bronze In the Epoch of Bronze
We make the time pass. See, the devices laid out on the long tables, such ingenuity. This is the wave offering, this the heave offering. Waves of earth passing over you, into histo…
Jan 12, 2021 / Books & the Arts / G.C. Waldrep
Apples Apples
The townspeople paste wax apples on the trees, glow shyly out their windows as the Dictator struts past the monument of his father strutting past nothing at all. Yesterday, the Dic…
Dec 29, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Claire Schwartz