Online Exclusives

12.30.04
Swiss Miss
Lingers now in peace upon the swollen tide,
ruby-throat fallen from sky in the last few hours. [...]
11.16.04
From Draft 59: Flash Back
A half glass carafe,
a choice red ochre chalk,
a felt-blue paper  [...]
10.18.04
From Archicembalo
Ask if this showing will make a better weave. [...]
09.17.04
I know the letters this way
The way I talk is a result of the way I hear her I was told but it took how long to show up in cursive. [...]
08.17.04
Diagramming Here: An Interview
Free verse and the prose poem may have emerged in revolt against the formality inhabiting French language but insofar as New York School poets write imitating the relaxed line that they have read they persuade us of their urbanity and their literariness.  [...]
08.01.04
CLOUD / RIDGE
pale blue white haze in front of the vertical

plane of the ridge in window on left, sunlit

orange flower on green passion-vine covered

fence in right foreground  [...]
07.08.04
Summer Letters
shored up inside still
they speak liturgies over
this valley’s grid [...]
06.01.04
The Skirmish
“… and then I died and went to France.”
Thus, the story of your life wrapped up and pensive. [...]
04.17.04
Two Poems
Play your hand, Madame.
      Black stripe down
your dress, keyhole slit,
      door to a dark room.  [...]
02.26.04
FAQ
I first drew shoes on an animal a long long time ago. [...]
02.17.04
The Library of Seven Readings
Because its material substratum remains transcendental
the freedom of the subject, which the transcendental is designed to rejuvenate,
allows us to inhale and exhale refreshing drafts just as we approach the summit. [...]
01.22.04
Two Poems
It drew in my eyes, a slab, on it a huge white fish
just landed, or beached, a beluga, intact, naked  [...]
01.06.04
From Nets
you               absent in

                              every thing



    the deep vermilion
                  figures
              pattern of

    your shadow [...]

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Vol. 73
Earth Elegies
Fall 2019
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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February 18, 2020
Things that are Funny on a Submarine But Not Really— The torpedo man named Grenadier who lives in South Carolina and thinks North Carolina is the North. The XO who hates my bucket hat I wear printed with cherries, but would rather me wear it than the other one I have that says, “Bigfoot is Real.”
February 4, 2020
Although family therapy consumed more time than basketball practice and did not improve my odds of attending my first-choice college, my sister’s suicide attempt had alarmed my parents, and they were taking every precaution against relapse.

     Horse, meet barn door. Bird, meet coop. I am trying to say: It was all so predictable.
January 28, 2020
I worked for commission in a sterile room with many clocks. The product did not glimmer in the fluorescence, but it was as if it did, and better, like they’d found a way to remove the obligatory negative space of glimmering when the object floated in darkness.
The 2018 Berlin Prize winner reads from her work
Monday, March 2, 2020
2:30 pm – 3:30 pm
Campus Center, Weis Cinema