In what may have been our last week, we went down to the late afternoon meadow, and stood at the high blueberry bushes,
An account of Tony Feher’s proposal for a horticultural sculpture at the University of Houston.
But a job was a job, I reminded myself. Fulfill your duty. Prove your utility.
This roundtable, between a group of extraordinary poets who all engage deeply with science in their work, and a single particle physicist, took place over the course of about a month in the summer of …
There are places and then there are states of mind. We recommend the latter. In the proper state of mind, borders are soft as cotton candy—you can lick your way right through them.
Today Baha is not dead; she is six-years-old, / forcing marshmallows into my mouth.
And maybe if you had tried to find your kindest self—the one deep within you that all our friends told us probably wouldn’t reemerge until you were twenty-four—and said, yeah, you’re right, …
My first non-Jewish boyfriend is my boyfriend in 2006, the year that my grandfather dies. Like me, he has only ever known one of his grandparents. Her name is Mary, and that’s what everyone in his …
The finback had beached a long time ago— / storm-scattered ribs, / vertebra polished by sand, / knucklebones caged in black grass.
"Of course, my mindset changes, sometimes not as much as I want it to, but I’m usually not sarcastic about things. Even if it comes across a little sarcastic, there is some sort of seed that I am …
Years later, Toya would remember the boy’s birth among the coca plants, how he’d arrived in silence, like some sort of harbinger announcing the end of the world.
Your parents work for the Central Intelligence Agency. You find this out in the fourth grade while conducting an interview assignment for your English teacher, Mr. Taylor. Before, your parents told …
She tries for us to transfer / the gist of what remains inside the stock- / pile of parts in a basement she never enters
There’s a bird believed to suck the teats of goats at night. / Flocks alight swollen on the slash pines while we sleep. / Here, in this dark field, among what’s been cast out / from the body of …
Certainly today we are inundated with screens that have become smart, offering a digital panoply of information responsive to human touch, rub, and swipe. This would suggest a departure from the …
“They’re here!” My mother’s voice would bellow through the house on Sundays. Everything about her was loud and unapologetic, her slippers slapping the carpet as her long legs raced toward the …
I want to love my teeth— / their crooked city skyline / and lemon-stained swagger.
The birds sing in a major key. Our leaders are draped in paper. / Their teeth glisten carelessly. I am full of something that makes / me weightless. We all are.
Why weren’t we told the rain / would trample our darkening fields? / To the disaster, there’s only / wind to testify.
Perhaps we three shall only ever have in common the murder of Adler. And white garments, shoes, stockings, sleeves—even the body of the Pemaquid Point Lighthouse is shell-colored, if you ignore her …
According to a 2013 census, Japan has a population of 127.3 million people. Approximately 1.9 million of those residents are foreigners. I, a white American, have been inconsistently part of …
I’ve got the sky in my mouth so when I open it to speak / nothing leaks out except contrails. I order my coffee / & it comes to me in a robin’s egg blue cup with my name / scrawled on it in black …
In the bed across from me, my sister was sleeping. The blue bolts of lightning illuminated her face, her eyes half-open, the way she always slept, like a rabbit, her chest rising and falling, …
Curtiss’ focus on the female form, inaccessible and distorted by locks of hair, produces a distinctive reflection on feminism and reconsideration of hair’s cultural symbology.
I am yellow fingers swabbing / your face at dawn and a ghost / breath blown on your wife’s neck
All I want is something incredible & ridiculous / like dinosaur sex, / which must’ve taken no prisoners & no amount of sunset / sweet talk.
Forgive me, for I have been nurturing my well-worn / grudges against beauty. I am hoping my neighbors / will show some mercy on me for backing my car into / the garden & crushing what I will say were …
I throw the keys at the mirror and they crash, a pitcher of water shattering during a high note. Applause-worthy. Mickey says I fight ghetto and I always say that’s right like I’m proud of who I …
If you’re American in the living room / & European in the bathroom / what are you in the airport holding cell?
Forgive the hours you waited in paradise alone. / We always knew I was wild, wrecked / with wonder I could not bring into our house / without printing the floor with blood.
there’s a certain kind of swagger I can’t pull off in a dress. / people like to make me into a feather— / drop me off the table & I float down. I’m sick of grace. / I’d like to wear …
Lie and say you have to pee. In his bathroom, check your purse for the condoms and then list, in alphabetical order, every kind of lie you can think of: barefaced lie, big lie, bullshit, fabrication, …
I want to record / the burning out / of the light bulb / that soon they won’t sell.
She drives 2 hours to visit and can’t stop yawning / while I've walked a mile in the rain’s velveteen, / my dress adherent, boots deepening their brown— / working on my portfolio for being …
The most private thing he’s willing to admit is that he once took the Love Languages test, though he is not willing to divulge the language he speaks.
He threatened to wrap me in Christmas / tinsel and send me off to Grandma.
