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- PoemBy Stefania GomezIn the sunless hour before day I hear the man I want
to love just how I’d want him. He’ll never let a… - PoemBy Joshua BennettFor the sake of argument, let’s say
the day my father outlawed all contact
between backhand and face, … - PoemBy Joshua BennettThe money of the mind is attention, maybe.
Which is not, initially, where I thought I’d begin,
but we… - PoemBy Ross WhiteI’m not the first man to lose his father
slowly, not the first to wonder
when I walk in the room if the… - PoemBy Rowan Wilde Riggsconstellations of dimwitted substrate
twinkle like formless apparitions.
i keep walking forward
so your… - PoemBy Tiffany HsiehI was a forty-one-year-old rabbit
that year, which was said to be unlucky
for the rabbits to go face-to… - PoemBy Kate PartridgeThe dentist is now the same
age as me, which is troubling,
mostly because of what I
have and have not done… - PoemBy Daniel HalpernThe redolence of rose and new road.
The attar of grass, recently cut.
The fish-whiff of anchovy.
The spinning… - PoemBy Heidi WilliamsonYou’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
- PoemBy Zhang XianTranslated By Shangyang Fangto the tune “mu lan hua: magnolia”
After tonight, what’s left of you is you
moving into my dream. Outside… - PoemBy Xin Qiji甚矣吾衰矣。
怅平⽣、交游零落,只今余⼏!
⽩发空垂三千丈,⼀笑⼈间万事。
问何物、能令公喜?
我见青⼭多妩媚,料青⼭见我应如是。
情与貌,略相似。
⼀尊搔⾸东窗⾥。
想渊明、《停云》诗就,此时风味。
江左沉酣求名者… - PoemBy Xin QijiTranslated By Shangyang Fangto the tune “he xin lang: toasting the bridegroom”Now that I am old and those who crossed the mountains…
- PoemBy Brittany PerhamThe doctor tells her what she can’t eat
no grains no nuts no beans no sugar a tomato is OK
but no skins… - PoemBy Brittany PerhamWe take the N out to the turnaround.
The only thing to come now is the sea.
The ice plants make the pink… - PoemBy Olga LivshinDecember. In Odesa,
power stations, shelled.
Your father’s friend
shivers in his apartment
crammed with … - PoemBy Rowan Wilde RiggsA ball of yarn is attempting to unravel my wits.
It rolls over vistas that trample our view of each …