A slight striation brings us to an opalescent aquapit of algae-grazing crustaceans and pedal boat taverns. Take I-94 West past the tropical shrublands, along a spidery slum of houses built on planks of sun-bleached ipe and thatch. Next … Continue reading “The Suburbs”
Category: Poetry
from Intramural
Julia BlochI drag an archive of icons across the desktop. I am always drawn to wilderness. I square the mass of lines, their accumulated, gossiping cells. My grandmother planned to become an engineer, but got pregnant and left university. I sift … Continue reading “from Intramural“
Three Poems
Rob HalpernOn the Rise and Fall of the Bolivar Fuerte If only I could dissociate value from the work My index finger performs when I write which isn’t even Labor but something I want to call love coz it’s useless By … Continue reading “Three Poems”
Are You Hearing It Now?
Charles Theoniaafter movement rejoining the still breath catches in the particulars little snores mean you haven’t died in your sleep rain that touches everything yes now on shore we praise the iconic intro of dance with … Continue reading “Are You Hearing It Now?”
Five Poems
Nicole Raziya Fong*THATCHED *I MISREMEMBERED *POTENTIAL CLARIFICATIONS *AT THIS DEFACED CORNER *BURN
from Reversi
Lauren LevinThe following is drawn from a manuscript tentatively titled Reversi: a group of letters written to Em Bohlka, who died in the 2016 Ghost Ship fire. Reversi also engages with Othello as a core text, jumping off from that play … Continue reading “from Reversi“
Four Poems from Conditions
Simon CraftsThe Idyllic Childhood I grew up in this vulgar & expensive hotel. Rooms that look like wedding cakes. Each interior themed around a different history. This is the third reich room–a wallpapered legion of totenkopf’s. This is the English bourgeois … Continue reading “Four Poems from Conditions“
house series 5.
Asiya Wadudevery year my body fails me like some ship at half mast I am not exceptional every body does this circling what’s null then some Narrows passing through the little Places slipping everything aside my body is worse off than … Continue reading “house series 5. “
Three Poems from “Horrible Places”
Zack HaberBaltimore-Washington International Airport, Baltimore, Maryland 21240 Shoes! Computers! Remove them! Shoes! Computers! Remove them! Shoes! Computers! Remove them! Shoes! Computers! Remove them! Security chants over and over. Feeling pressured to move forward in the line even tho there’s little space … Continue reading “Three Poems from “Horrible Places””
from Atopia II
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Three Poems
Nora Collen FultonWow Um Thanks For one luxurious moment the difference in mass between a cup of blood from the armpit and a cup of blood from the ass was equal, and equalled the mass of a cup of blood from the … Continue reading “Three Poems”
from Freedom and Prostitution
Cassandra TroyanIf you are a prostitute of the 21st century metaphors are not enough delusions the girl who works who is she, always convincing convincing in capital You are the whore on his yacht he asks you to … Continue reading “from Freedom and Prostitution“
from Untitled, 2004
Lawrence Giffinfor Agnes Helen Mauldin Giffin Some drugs make me go, My God, death is everywhere constantly present, but then make me go, OK, fine, let it come. I was sitting above Maya Lin’s Wavefield, at Storm King, watching this … Continue reading “from Untitled, 2004“
Two Poems
Kyle DacuyanIt Is Impossible to Be Private, Modernly It amazes me the Midas hustle to make anything a job so long as you have the gumption and by gumption I mean the means my lover has a friend and by friend … Continue reading “Two Poems”