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  • Poem
    By William Butler Yeats
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    What shall I do with this absurdity —
    O heart, O troubled heart — this caricature,
    Decrepit age that...
  • Poem
    By Cyrus Console


    Rotor wash, or the downward-flowing
    Air by which our helicopters formed
    Imprints in the jungle grass beneath
    Now stands effectively for Vietnam
    Because our understanding of that war
    Omitted many things but not the wind
    We bowed our heads and fled. In this case we

    Refers effectively...
  • Poem
    By Ama Codjoe
    1.

    He had a caribou's face. Once he let me 
    lick the sadness there. It tasted of salt

    and moss-covered rocks. He grew the beard
    of a mountain goat. He scaled the face

    of a mountain. Lying beside him, I stared
    into the face of faceless...
  • Poem
    By Toi Derricotte
                                                                      To be born woman is to know—...
  • Poem
    By Holly Mitchell
    1.
    After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her
    legs withdrawn, a diamond shape.

    This is called suspension.

    2.
    Her name is Sallie Gardner.

    She’s by Vandal, out of Charlotte Thompson, Kentucky bred, of Irish pedigree, a
    Birdcatcher.

    Now...
  • Poem
    By Jos Charles
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                the grls speeching mye hole  /

                inn 2 the lindens  /  wee go out

            & playe footballe  /  verie nashenallie

            how wee leeve a stall  /  piteus

                        wen the grls

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    this is how u make a porno   /    ...
  • Poem
    By Tom Andrews
    1.

                         Day brings a steady
    hand, a sure breath every other day ...

    My brother again on the edge of his bed,
    sitting up with his eyes closed,
    his palms pressed, a brief prayer.

       ...
  • Poem
    By James K. Baxter
    The wish to climb a ladder to the loft
    Of God dies hard in us. The angels Jacob saw

    Were not himself. Bramble is what grows best
    Out of this man-scarred earth, and I don’t chop it back

    Till the fruit have ripened. Yesterday I...
  • Poem
    By Rachel Tzvia Back
    1
    The cyclamens have a hard time
    breathing in July.

    The sun ravages them and earth
    is too dry.

    Still, try remembering March light
    and the tight

    deep-buried bulbs that somehow
    do not die.


    2
    The children are scattered
    like weeds.

    The children are scattered dust-colored
    dirt-covered

    like weeds. Mid-summer grey reigns,
    and rain

    exists not...
  • Poem
    By Luke Kennard
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    Oh, that Thou teach even me. I who abhor truth, the stubborn bloodhound. Worth three hairbrushes, if that. No: hydrogenated fats. No: enhanced form- aldehyde. What shorthand thunderbolt could halt my hibernation & dog thirsts? The unabridged refrigerator, the unnoted...
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    By Luke Kennard
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    The show remains, unshot. Adah rants. Cain bares his teeth. Starvation: a state without border. World without means. Haha. Who’d have thought. Total inter- regnum. Theogony. Thrombotic idea. (Debt flogs verb.) A retro daydream: I hid under the hollyhock. The...
  • Poem
    By Luke Kennard
    An extremely hubristic, unflattering, and accurate self-portrait, this episode saw Halberg in direct conversa-
    tion with Cain, questioning his own methods. The passing allusion to Pushkin’s Eugene Onegin appears
    to reference Chapter 4, stanza XXXV: “But I myself read my bedizened /fancies,...
  • Poem
    By Luke Kennard
    A much-needed swan song from Cain, blasting Father K’s bien-pensant ideology and everyone else in his path. A neoliberal trying to ingratiate himself with the construction worker and trustafarian alike, his argu-
    ments lighter performed as a he’s right, you Ingram....
  • Poem
    By Luke Kennard
    Injured, sleep-deprived, sorely tested, Adah, Cain, and Father K are falsely imprisoned in a shallow cave
    with other unfortunates seeking refuge from their war-torn homeland. It is hard to blame the writers’ room
    if “Unlike All Other Empires” felt as cynical and...
  • Poem
    By Luke Kennard
    One of Halberg’s more whimsical decisions: just when the action is coming to a head, attempt to pull off
    something formally innovative. “Underwritten? Lithe!” could have been a note to his detractors in this
    metaphorical on-screen corrections list. Each one of its...
  • Poem
    By Luke Kennard
    But not before several undisputed stone-cold classics. This is why we keep writing about Cain: for all its self-indulgent flaws it just gets it so right sometimes. Every standard element is here: the gang is still drinking far too many...
  • Poem
    By Luke Kennard
    It is generally believed that the writers had to make the most of a low budget and that this led to the grim determination of writing through restriction, bottle episodes, and constraints. In reality the show was generously bankrolled by...
  • Poem
    By Luke Kennard
    Cain tended to break rules and saving the introduction of a principal character for episode 3 was the most signifcant early decision. Previously associated with both Cain and Fr. K, Adah had been away on a busi-
    ness trip for three...
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