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12.20.11
Greyhounds
When James bites his nails. When James kisses a woman. When James uses drugs.  [...]
12.13.11
From Electric Light Parade
STATISTICS

Age: 3 years

Season: Summer

Neck: Supple

Sensory Exam: No loss

Eyes: Pronounced [...]
12.06.11
A Good Name for an Animal
I love a thief. No particular thief. I love a thief in general. I love a thief the way I love a cup of tea, a winter storm, a house of cards.  [...]
11.29.11
In These Times the Home Is a Tired Place
Only one dream the mother remembered: driving, dead bodies on the road, the word PAPER large and black on a billboard. [...]
11.15.11
Ten Poems
Get in at the who’s-to-tells. With the firsts and a first Pacific mouth.  [...]
11.01.11
The Agnostic Grappler’s Itinerary
An entirely unfamiliar older gentleman drove me across a bare countryside. [...]
10.25.11
Another Girl, Another Planet
Sex in outer space is not that different. [...]
10.18.11
The Hinge Trees
Here is where you were. [...]
10.04.11
Five Poems
One helped undo the rippled look of things beyond the pane. One called for writing on the pane. One seemed to aim at suffocation.  [...]
09.27.11
Nine Poems
Hollereyed the moon tries on gas station, soda machine, locked/ toilet, linedried bedsheets, a caterpillar fording yard dirt. [...]
09.20.11
The Father and the Father
We turned and we turned and as we turned my father became one of the void-eyed horses that never stopped galloping. [...]
09.13.11
From The Victor Poems
So long without women, we’re thinking of women. [...]
09.06.11
One Hundred Characters
Your brother, the first boy you ever kissed. Your sister, the first person your brother ever kissed. Your mother, who has never kissed anyone, to your knowledge, since the age of thirty-seven. [...]
08.30.11
The French Knew How to Wave
“I want a cigarette.” You must say this with a French accent. [...]
07.19.11
Five Poems
ore poured
through ode

and hissed forth
the dread

child shape: O
creation floods  [...]
07.06.11
Et In Acadiana Ego
When Father Desmond excommunicated Mathilde Benoit, denying her the benefit of the sacraments, he wrote an account of his complaint against her. [...]
06.28.11
Two Poems
It makes a difference whether he is rosy-fingered/ or trigger-fingered. [...]
06.21.11
The Commander Is Oppressed His Tongues
The commander visits his collection every day now. [...]
06.14.11
Three Poems
He certainly wasn’t thinking “the emancipation of dissonance,”/ as Schöenberg put it, slouched as he was, rumpled tie and all [...]
06.07.11
Players, Tawkers, Spawts
Listen, I’m not saying you don’t have a movie. Two girls and a guy and the Mars Rover, that’s a movie. Come tomorrow morning, you pitch that right, you won’t be riding this shuttle home empty-handed. [...]
05.31.11
Last Year at Schlangenbad
These trips that begin on airplanes and end on airplanes. [...]
05.25.11
From The Kaleidoscopic Almanac and Seed Catalogue, with Notes
Born to be. Under amplified sermons cliffs erode. All this they wrote out and folded before leaving. [...]
05.18.11
Two Poems
Woke from not sleeping going through the words [...]
05.10.11
An Interview
Memoir, as it happens, is a very popular form in South Africa right now, especially because there’s this sense of unspoken history that’s being reclaimed at the moment. [...]
05.03.11
Eleven Stories
by Osama Alomar
translated by C. J. Collins
The candle was astounded to see the widow as she wept for her recently deceased husband. [...]
04.26.11
Four Poems
Bones wired for strength we are less gullible than a feast but more sturdy. [...]
04.10.11
Crickets
Her hands began to run limping crickets over the wounds of the body before her [...]
04.01.11
Leisure
We are in a haunted house. Our first game is played with dice. [...]
03.25.11
Three Stories
After weeks away, and days on the road, I scan my studio apartment. [...]
03.18.11
Bite
Emily bit her baby. It started with the toes and the feet. The little pink baby feet. [...]
03.04.11
News of the Fall of Troy
(what is important is that history be
silent          (for a moment [...]
02.26.11
Two Poems
Nights when the gates closed, the bullets shot,—
Song. And then a cry deeper. Hung at the wrists of night leaves.  [...]
02.18.11
Cultivation
The process begins with a five-gallon bucket, preferably blue. [...]
02.11.11
Four Poems
He awaits the breaking 
news of the nuclei    flaking outward [...]
02.04.11
North Mozia
In 1997, The Foundation for Life-Prolongation Science calculated the average lifespan of first-generation Adrozians to be 120.3 years of age; many in the second generation are still living. [...]
01.25.11
The Flesh-Murmurers
The trees went away and the poles went away and the stop signs went away and the birds went away [...]
01.18.11
Princess of Desire
I was merely his customer: that’s what she said. [...]
01.11.11
Third Person Singular
I says the speaker, the subject. [...]
01.04.11
Logorrhea
The obstetrician was the first to notice. [...]

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Vol. 68
Inside Out: Architectures of Experience
Spring 2017
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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October 17, 2017
Cycles of sleep and waking. Birds migrating from cold region to warm. The rate of polar ice melting. Or the beat of iambs or the subtler pulse of prose.
October 10, 2017
Let me say this one thing, that the meteor is a woman of varying biologies and the crocuses are rising up. In only three words I can convey a schism: x, y, z. Insert here for pleasure.
October 3, 2017
Here is Pitkin Plaza, three boys
sharing a cigarette, antibodies
bound to platelets that fuzzed-out guitars
in headphones eliminate.
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The celebrated author reads from The Zookeeper’s Wife
Monday, October 30, 2017
2:30 pm
Campus Center, Weis Cinema