By Karen Houle
The flag face of decency is emblazoned in High Anglican—
curly curves of marble-dirtied fingernails…
curly curves of marble-dirtied fingernails…
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- By Sasha DugdaleThe downs are certainly lovely, although by mortal loveliness
did you mean they would disappear one day… - By Sharon OldsBut I love the I, steel I-beam
that my father sold. They poured the pig iron
into the mold, and it fed out slowly,
a bending jelly in the bath, and it hardened,
Bessemer, blister, crucible, alloy, and he
marketed it, and bought bourbon, and... - By Imtiaz DharkerAt last I’m taking off this coat,
this black coat of a country
that I swore for years was mine,
that I wore more out of habit
than design.
Born... - By Karen HoulePulling the foreign body off me— out of the dress up over my arms through the neckhole—
he says, You… - By Luivette RestoYour obsession is baffling,
with numerous stanzas dedicated to my phases
and the personification of … - By Edgar Garciaxxxi
I’ll say it first:
These songs are worth
A flower in the purse,
Averse
To heaven’s universe—
Made… - By Carmen GiménezIn Lima, my mother screams from her bed and from a garden
and in the parlor of her nursing home, and… - By Adela NajarroThe week Poetry stayed at my house,
she kept a razor in a wooden box. Poetry
refused to abandon her … - By Michelle OteroAfter the stroke our father lost the word
light switch
asked me to
press the wall so a world could open… - By Carmen Calatayudmy body at the water’s edge of opioid comfort
under the brain’s night sky
rounding the blue curve … - By Blas FalconerIn Francisco Oller’s El Velorio, a child lies
on a table as if sleeping. It is covered in lace
and blossoms… - By Gina FrancoWhat looks the ghosts have thirsted for, what love
they conceal
in their deep pails carried up the stairs… - By Richard BlancoAfter my third shot of tequila / chased by a lime
sour as my rant: fuck this-fuck that-fuck them-fuck… - By Erika Meitnerwe fetishize what we’ve
abandoned and what’s
abandoned us, which leads us
to obsess, says a series … - By Nick MakohaI quit my job that Saturday when I heard my name called by the manager.1 That motherfucker always
looked… - By Nick MakohaSAMO© first appears as a tag on a New York
City wall in 1978 two blocks down from Aswad
bookstore… - By Martha SilanoIs this the last time I’ll admire the guys
in their neon-yellow slickers, guiding us
to our parking spots… - By Martha SilanoBecause why not? Why not take the smashed pinecone
of my life, render it in purple? Why not dream of…