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
Searching for a Palestinian ‘After’ Searching for a Palestinian ‘After’
“The past is a future we return to” —Fargo Tbakhi After the Nakba, there was the Nakba of Before: Nakba of earth less-split, Nakba of root-less hollow, Nakba of take and take -back…
May 24, 2021 / Poems / George Abraham