By Paul Tran
Mixed greens. Purple onions. Banana
Peppers. Tomatoes. Avocados. Mayonnaise. Pepper. Sourdough.
A stranger…
Peppers. Tomatoes. Avocados. Mayonnaise. Pepper. Sourdough.
A stranger…
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- By Sasha PearlI’m in Shartlesville
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil… - By Joshua BennettFor the sake of argument, let’s say
the day my father outlawed all contact
between backhand and face, … - By Joshua BennettThe money of the mind is attention, maybe.
Which is not, initially, where I thought I’d begin,
but we… - By Paisley RekdalYou’d never call the branches
arms, though in certain
lights don’t pine and man
look like hands
conjoined… - 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… - 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… - By Kate PartridgeI don’t want to get emails from
the wolf people anymore, but
they know where I am—have known
precisely… - By Daniel HalpernThe redolence of rose and new road.
The attar of grass, recently cut.
The fish-whiff of anchovy.
The spinning… - By John MulcareWe inhaled slag wool in the throat
of a Tennessee summer, installing cheap
can lights, like capping off… - By Omotara JamesWhen we meet at the holiday table, we take turns
and great pains not to remind each other
of our mutual… - By Heidi WilliamsonYou’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
- By Omotara JamesWhen Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one… - 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…
- By 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… - By Olga LivshinDecember. In Odesa,
power stations, shelled.
Your father’s friend
shivers in his apartment
crammed with … - By Rainer Maria RilkeTranslated By Stephen MitchellWe cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with… - By Richard BrautiganI don't know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot. It makes me nervous… - By Edward SalemGod said (and already you can tell
I’m making this up),
If you lift a rock, I am there.
If you lift a finger…
