She below the rock cairns, a brooding wind, climbs higher. She with a visceral pace, its bright shards […]
Ryan Gunn
If I were born in Prague I’d avoid baroque concerts in libraries, libraries with plaster rosettes, libraries with […]
If I Were Born in Prague by Guy Jean translated ...
It came to so a pass that they would not name God. Thus it happened that they lost […]
[How I Set Her Down] by Arra Ross
1 When I meet Max, I want to follow him around. So do the trees. I also want […]
Conversation With an Invisible Man by Jandy Nelson
for Medgar Evers How thirty calibers ricochet from a rib. You stood sturdy with the bones to match. […]
American Enfield by Wesley Rothman
for my stepbrother (May 3, 1963-June 20, 2012) Dear Bishop: Do not say Death is not the […]
Dear Bishop by Carol Quinn
Sometimes they reveal a handprint, child-sized almost, our shapes being smaller then, of one of us beside the […]
Side Canyons by Henry Lyman
We lived in bed, no matter where we went or what we did; we were always there, pulling […]
In The Beginning by Chard DeNiord
(from her novel Elizabeth Street, 1905) Thin drops of hail were hitting the tall back windows in […]
an excerpt from Miss Amadeo’s Notebook by Gioia Timpanelli
The horse gallops into the sun with a ghost on his back. The horse like a memory racing […]
A Man Goes West and Falls Off His Horse in ...
A dying man, Gerald Geller, decides to reclaim his long-dead name so he can die with his record […]
Lost in a Crowd by Thomas Carney
All the leaves on the trees are yellow explosions. They’re dead or […]