oh your finger mulatto oh your finger mulatto
where did you leave it entangled in which propeller in whose maw who preserves it as a keepsake in a small crystal vase who uses it for shark bait who keeps it as a chinrest while…
May 3, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Mayra Santos-Febres
from ‘TRIPAS’ from ‘TRIPAS’
Conduzco y conduces —carpoolers & Catholics— conduction wires to Latin. “Brought together” —heads bowed as if praying— these women make strange commun…
May 3, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Brandon Som
ah mulato tu dedo ah mulato tu dedo
dónde lo dejaste1 enredado en qué helice en qué fauce2 quién lo conserva de recuerdo en un frasquito de cristal3 quién lo usa para carnada con qué pescar tiburones4 quién lo apoya…
May 3, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Mayra Santos-Febres
Assemblages Assemblages
—after Rodin’s Female nude climbing out of a pot
Apr 26, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Angie Estes
Waste My Life Waste My Life
sleep, boredom, gossip, cruelty imaginary feuds and small resentments various, complex plans that amount to nothing at some point, every poet has to admit art is just a distraction…
Apr 19, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Hera Lindsay Bird
Ode to the Belt Ode to the Belt
it’s clear the future does not bode well for the living my man wont let me forget where leather comes from the engineered animal bent over in chemical grass the slit thing hanged &…
Apr 19, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Sam Sax
Fable of the Firstborn Fable of the Firstborn
In the beginning, I was neither image nor identity. Time was a quickening; I was my own dark-watered well. There was no hankering there, just another native world and its wishes. W…
Mar 29, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Tarfia Faizullah
On a Sentence by Fernanda Melchor On a Sentence by Fernanda Melchor
¿Qué es lo más cabrón que te ha pasado en la vida? The most fucked-up thing to happen to me? Addled by busyness, I crumpled my life and let it drop and then I outlived my life, roc…
Mar 23, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Forrest Gander
Sunset Pool Sunset Pool
Things are where we wanted them to be. These cutouts—blue—on the city, spread Like holes in the folds of a map: I walk Into them, little frames of a sequence In which I am a person…
Mar 22, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Samuel Amadon
Courage Courage
Stillness until six, the yards and porches giant toy sets for the street cats. Each sleep a baffling practice for leaving you behind entirely, even if we’re touching hands. For the…
Mar 15, 2018 / Books & the Arts / Nate Klug