Hawks Hawks
Hawks kettling on the thermals high above the Appalachians on their way south—it looks like thought, the mind floating by way of association, veering and floating, circling back to…
Jan 21, 2016 / Books & the Arts / Elizabeth Arnold
To Tell of Bodies Changed To Tell of Bodies Changed
Having desired little more than the arrival of the little more that arrives, outside our window a cypress of model proportions. Its patience seems to widen the nights we sleep in R…
Dec 3, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Jana Prikryl
Through the Slaughter Through the Slaughter
and Bialik Sky—have mercy. When flechettes fly forth from a shell, shot by a tank taking Ezekiel’s chariot’s name— When their thin fins invisibly whiz, whiflling the air…
Nov 25, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Peter Cole
The Idea of Houses The Idea of Houses
I sold my earrings at the gold store to buy a silver ring in the market. I swapped that for old ink and a black notebook. This was before I forgot my pages on the seat of a train t…
Nov 19, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Iman Mersal
Raising a Glass With an Arab Nationalist Raising a Glass With an Arab Nationalist
The pianist was still droopy-eyed, her face as dark as the keys they left her to press for half a century, though she must have been white as an angel when they first strung her up…
Nov 19, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Iman Mersal
The Window The Window
You can identify the one who broke apart, the one whose spine they managed to straighten, whose neck they stuck back on his shoulders. From where you stand, drinking coffeee and wa…
Nov 19, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Iman Mersal
Who Talks Like That? Who Talks Like That?
The Narrows is strips of yellow and jade, Verrazano Bridge silver, horizontal lines, here; and here, someone alone, afraid, crying, sad, sunken eyes, emaciated body; and, here, the…
Oct 8, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Lawrence Joseph
Memphis Memphis
1 To set all four paws on an upturned tub and not topple over was as much as I could manage even when I still strode into battle with my lord Ramses. Mite-ridden then, raw with man…
Oct 1, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Paul Muldoon
Diagnosis Inc. Diagnosis Inc.
You are two oranges shy of sangria You chumpchange in a clackdish You the flensed soldier, egg-runny on the inside You frogging deadline after deadline You caught in a Swiss chokeh…
Sep 10, 2015 / Books & the Arts / James Byrne
Bicyclist Bicyclist
He wobbles on his bicycle, steadies, threads an s through traffic, clank of gears, a chain around his person, a person around its breath.
Aug 13, 2015 / Poems / Patrick Morrissey