By Han VanderHart
flying backwards down the highway
blue shirt knotted at the waist
when desire hunts she says: I’m interested…
blue shirt knotted at the waist
when desire hunts she says: I’m interested…
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- By Ricardo ReisTranslated By Margaret Jull Costa & Patricio FerrariI love what I see because one day
I will cease to see it.
And simply because it is.
In this placid interval… - By Angela JacksonThis question has a sting inside
Like a wasp’s:
Who is beautiful
And who is not?
The Conquerors leave their… - By Charlie PeckMarcus got sentenced to a weekend, told us
his positive test was off the charts. It was a baby
hit… - By Tina CaneWhat cannot be said will be wept
what cannot be wept will be bled
what cannot be bled will be buried
what… - By Andy ChenOn my sixth day of Covid I venture
with tea, a notebook, and the last of the peaches
out back to our… - By Leslie SainzThe marriage behaves, the business behaves, so what?
Fights like eggs boiling, runny
esther, barely… - By Ibe Liebenberga burn scar
a whole lot of river
there is a freeway of wind
blowing the other direction
my god … - By Sunnylyn ThibodeauxStorm comes like Gorgon slither
Gorgon wingspan
Sound is someplace else
like head under water someplace… - By Charles BernsteinSouth of Naples
North of desire
I lost my way
In the middle of a choir
Blinds of clay
Splints of wire… - By Cornelius EadyYou have to imagine it:
Who said you were too dark/too
Large? Too queer/too loud?
Who said you were too… - By Aishvarya Arorabirdsong isn’t trying to be
an orchestra a murmuration isn’t
trying to be a spray
of fighter jets… - By Darrel Alejandro HolnesBeloved,
we have lost the gardenias
that once trembled
on your collarbone
like soft refusals.
we have… - By Robert Wood LynnI loved all the things so much I tried
to stick them one to another. I spit
my gum between the cushions… - By Robert Wood LynnAnd when the end came it came silent but clear like bird prints on snow
and no one was surprised to… - By Larry LevisI had already decided that a thing could not be seen
For the thing it was, when I looked up & waved … - By Frank X WalkerBoth of them were history, even before one
pulled the trigger, before I rocketed through
the smoking barrel… - By Frank X WalkerWe held hands for the first time
on his deathbed, which would have been
insignificant had we at least … - By Frank X WalkerNobody slept. We just lay there stretched out
on the floor like we did when we were kids,
all lined up… - By Sunnylyn ThibodeauxThe morning air holds
the rumble of cleaners
Ravens strut through shadows
collecting spilled debris…