From the magazine:Thinking of It
By Michael Robins
Here before the sun rises, I find it difficult to make the words, to lean
forward three years after your…
forward three years after your…
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From the magazine:Small Talk
By Michael RobinsI dreamed you called without reason, picking up where we left the
water months ago. Origins without …From the magazine:broken lyre
By Asha Futtermanmy hands are still my hands
like my grandfather’s hands
are his hands and they
are on the window
attached…From the magazine:Grave-Digging
By Rodney JonesIt was July. I must have been sixteen or seventeen,
And proud to be chosen for a grown man’s work,
Hollowing…From the magazine:Beach
By Stanley PlumlyThe end, I think, will be a little like looking down as far as I can see to where the wind has kicked…From the magazine:
From “First Light: 88 Frequencies” [“everyone’s/drawing the”]
By CAConradeveryone’s drawing the Death Card the chair pressingFrom the magazine:The Death of the Book
By Luke Allan1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …From the magazine:All my life I was a bride married to amazement
By Jane ZwartWhen death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting…From the magazine:Eloquence
By Georgio RussellWithin this simple chapel, located near the navel
of the little clinic, the walls are all the white
of…From the magazine:Jenny Holzer—DYING SHOULD BE AS EASY AS FALLING OFF A LOG (1978)
By Rochelle Hurt[as jumping from a plane. easier—a bridge. as tripping on a shoelace. as blinking your eyes. as breathing…From the magazine:The Gazing Ball
By Mitchell GlazierQueenly swans nudge eternity figs
Yellow rose fire
Lit by a ghost breath
I’ve eaten you someplace before…From the magazine:Ending Song
By Paisley RekdalYou’d never call the branches
arms, though in certain
lights don’t pine and man
look like hands
conjoined…From the magazine:Crossing
By 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…From the magazine:Ah-gong’s Funeral
By Tiffany HsiehI was a forty-one-year-old rabbit
that year, which was said to be unlucky
for the rabbits to go face-to…From the magazine:Orfeo
By Dan Beachy-QuickI created more loss where I meant to make less.
Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
Created…From the magazine:⽊兰花·和孙公素别安陆
By Zhang Xian相离徒有相逢梦。门外马蹄尘已动。
怨歌留待醉时听，远⽬不堪空际送。
今宵风⽉知谁共。声咽琵琶槽上凤。
⼈⽣⽆物⽐多情，江⽔不深⼭不重。From the magazine:Departure
By 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…From the magazine:贺新郎
By 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…From the magazine:Self-Portrait as the Mountain
By Xin QijiTranslated By Shangyang Fangto the tune “he xin lang: toasting the bridegroom”Now that I am old and those who crossed the mountains…From the magazine:What My Uncle’s Dead Lovers Left Behind
By Mickie KennedyA house with a pool missing tiles.
Another house, foundation cracked,
the whole left half off-kilter,
like…