Berryman Berryman
A poem from the celebrated late poet, W. S. Merwin.
Mar 19, 2019 / Books & the Arts / W.S. Merwin
The Parachutist The Parachutist
I was smoking a cigarette in the backyard after a long day at work, when a man in a parachute fell from the sky, right into the lilac bushes. I tossed the cigarette and ran up to h…
Mar 14, 2019 / Books & the Arts / Jose Hernandez Diaz
The Second Baby Explains the Unthinkable The Second Baby Explains the Unthinkable
You feared that you would love my brother more. But terribly, you would love each new child as you love me, as you love him, with proprioceptive selfishness; you could grow a new c…
Mar 7, 2019 / Books & the Arts / Rachel Trousdale
Grey Wolf, Grizzly Bear, White-Tailed Deer Grey Wolf, Grizzly Bear, White-Tailed Deer
What I took to be desert bighorns running straight up the ridge making a sound like breaking plates didn’t turn out to be either of those things, & what I took to be fog shopli…
Feb 21, 2019 / Books & the Arts / Jenny Browne
Saving the Children Saving the Children
Every day they were trapped, we checked in with the nightly news to hear how the Wild Boars were doing. A boot camp had been set up at the mouth of the cave after two divers discov…
Feb 7, 2019 / Books & the Arts / Julia Alvarez
What the Parrot Said What the Parrot Said
My friend tells me his uncle the sailor died and left him a parrot that nobody else would take because the bird was so profane, and not long after, my friend threw a party at his h…
Dec 20, 2018 / Books & the Arts / David Kirby
The Microscopes The Microscopes
Heavy and expensive, hard and black With bits of chrome, they looked Like baby cannons, the real children of war, and I Hated them for that, for what our teacher said They could do…
Dec 20, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Jericho Brown
Playground, Night Washing Over Playground, Night Washing Over
A far sunset when we enter isn’t done yet when some things get as off centre as the swing set’s swaying censer. Here the landlocked grainy colour sandbox goes gray, grows a duller…
Dec 13, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Brian Wickers
Ceylon Ceylon
—the word’s on the tip of your tongue (or, as you say it, tong), as we take tea. Waiting for you to speak, I sip mine: Tetley’s tastes of nothing, but I suppose it’s good to know t…
Dec 13, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Vidyan Ravinthiran
Why We Have No Future Why We Have No Future
I want to be free To get up in the morning, pee And not come back to bed. We have no future together, he said Drawing a line in the sand Of my chest, my nipples Rival castles divid…
Dec 13, 2018 / Books & the Arts / D.A. Powell