The Changing Hymn (Allegory of the Singing Lover) The Changing Hymn (Allegory of the Singing Lover)
For Mary Rose During the Trouble Years my love sang the same song every day but every day she’d change—slightly—the words One day she sang a song for sweepers and the next day the…
Oct 14, 2021 / Poems / Patrick Rosal
Parable of the Magpie and the Mirror Parable of the Magpie and the Mirror
A certain scientist had a cage, and took a magpie, and put the magpie in the cage. And the magpie’s head and neck were black, and black were its beak and eyes, but the breast and b…
Oct 12, 2021 / Poems / Monica Youn
The Holiness of Degradation The Holiness of Degradation
with a title and a line from Leslie Jamison Anne says, what if you are not sick or bad, what if you are Katie? I know I have to fuck the stories that are fucking me. I think about…
Sep 30, 2021 / Poems / Katie Schmid
SUPER-HUMAN SUPER-HUMAN
Hell, I know my superpower! I stare back at the solo sun & think, I could take you down, right to the cool core if my mother asked it of me, or if I thought my father would wri…
December 3, 1975 December 3, 1975
a golden shovel My mother wakes early to go to church. Dawn redux. Her áo dài is Virgin Mary blue. Her hair is still long, reflecting light. A border control officer filters throug…
Sep 23, 2021 / Poems / Cathy Linh Che
The Board Meeting The Board Meeting
There was a meeting. They had an agenda. It was time to talk about loving a man in the supermarket, how that might affect sales of imported candy and levels of light in the produce…
Sep 9, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Heather Christle
Jackie Wang’s Dream Poetics Jackie Wang’s Dream Poetics
Her poetry and essays explore the personal, aesthetic, and political possibilities of dreaming.
Aug 26, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Thea Ballard
Boxes of Ashes Boxes of Ashes
México lindo y querido, si muero lejos de tí, que digan que estoy dormido y que me traigan aquí. —Chucho…
Jun 10, 2021 / Poems / Rigoberto González
Observations from the conqueror’s diary Observations from the conqueror’s diary
When the British invaded Tibet in 1904, the Tibetan rulers fled, and waited from a distance for the river to turn blue. It is not clear what they did with their time. The victors w…
Jun 8, 2021 / Poems / Tsering Wangmo Dhompa
Adverbs, Fly Adverbs, Fly
Daddy, you always wake up at that hour. Not in my time zone, but in the deceased’s time zone, at that hour. N Daddy, a new daddy showed up like the way you whisper inside my crying…
Jun 1, 2021 / Poems / Kim Hyesoon