[Dogless I] Life is long and I crossed my fingers. Sparred through death and others Through play. School. It’s me. Schooled. Post-Labor Day and the line Down. Good dog. Very good. Like I return to my craft at the end … Continue reading “from DOGLESS“
Translated by Kira Josefsson Snow Lessons There are many types of ice: white ice, red ice, slick black ice. If only you’d learned to master the ice. If only you’d learned more about the work of translation. If only your … Continue reading “Two Poems”
Really it’s just that time has passed, what was green Is now orange This poem compares the seasons And philosophizes beauty in the form of strands I think I owe my boss a hello I think I owe him … Continue reading “The problem with beauty is that it convinces me of achievement”
In the fall of 2023, it is a bit late to be reviewing Stacy Szymaszek’s Famous Hermits, which came out months ago. But that does not matter so much. In fact, there are parts of Famous Hermits that seem already … Continue reading “On Famous Hermits by Stacy Szymaszek”
Hot Dish Since under, I had spoken one word a day To a complement a meal, I would utter, ‘Breakfast,’ ‘Lunch,’ or ‘Dinner.’ To move from coming, I speak slighter Worded widely that the cheeks bled, Spinning trellises before … Continue reading “Three Poems”
She’s just a kid. Kids don’t mourn their loss; they don’t know what their loss is. YET. She’s just 2, she definitely won’t remember the tears. It only took the “kid” 2 seconds to stop being one. That’s exactly … Continue reading “Where Trees Seek Shelter”
I rode my bike, He rode his F-16 and tank, I sang my song, He shot me and gained his rank. I am the terrorist, he is the victim! I am a martyr now and did not go to school, … Continue reading “My Fast Bike!”
Techno plays from outdoor speakers at the beach restaurant in Tel Aviv. I scan faces, trying to place them— Poland? Russia? Tan, lipless men toting wives and kids, giving me dirty looks as I suck my shisha. The … Continue reading “Hellraiser”
Apology it was just me in the way thick and obstinate, a dumb kicked animal. I’m sorry to say, had you been less anti-work and I less anti-school, perhaps we could have been good for one another. knowing … Continue reading “Three Poems”
returned as a body To measure the circulation within my brain G places a transducer to my face, to the flesh above my ear. I like the part before—G’s gloved hand applying a cool gel to my neck, my … Continue reading “Two Poems”
Gabrielle Daniels’s new book Something Else Again: Poetry and Prose, 1975-2019, was recently published by Materials / Materialien in London and Munich and by Dogpark Collective in the US. Daniels’s essays, stories, and poems have appeared in the print and … Continue reading “An Interview with Gabrielle Daniels”
River by Joni Mitchell Happy holidays angel, from Chicago. Oh how I wish I had a river, that I could skate to you on. Here’s hoping the snow, never leaks through those boots of yours, to touch your feet, … Continue reading “Two Poems”
Andrea Abi-Karam’s most recent book is Villainy, published by Nightboat Books last year. Jasbir K. Puar is a member of the Social Text Collective and the author, most recently, of The Right to Maim (Duke UP, 2017). Here the authors … Continue reading “Andrea Abi-Karam and Jasbir K. Puar: Correspondence 2021”
“I am sitting in a room different from the one you are in now. I am recording the sound of my speaking voice and I am going to play it back into the room again and again until the resonant … Continue reading “Generation Loss: A Feeling Called Heaven by Joey Yearous-Algozin”
Notes “I know too much has been made of origins” is Dionne Brand’s “Too much has been made of origins” in A Map to the Door of No Return: Notes to Belonging (Canada: Vintage Books, 2002). When writing “as … Continue reading “Sleeping with the Window Open”
