Online Exclusives
12.17.05
Between Tongues: An Interview
I vividly recall my first bus ride on arriving in this country, from New York to Michigan. The feeling of SPACE, of relatively wild space, of woods going on and on was overwhelming to me. [...]
12.17.05
Five Poems
Impossible. Without the idea of counting. To imagine numbers. Repeating an identical act, a particular mark. Over and over. [...]
10.21.05
Two Poems
The programmer with his grim black bag brings no cure for encaged, gates shut, companions grimy. Spoonful of laughter, spoonful of lust, skill so droll that dolls call slaves to come and open the wall where I go so young again. Was it better when we used playthings? [...]
09.24.05
Arc XX: Paterfamilia
Of surrender or denial, surrender and denial
what voice will you offer to the dead
what alphabet to the suffering. [...]
what voice will you offer to the dead
what alphabet to the suffering. [...]
08.26.05
Responsibilities of the Champagne Flutes
by Sarah Riggs
A day of awnings and fruitless steps. Pause. Something glinting and apparent and political in what she slices. [...]
08.11.05
Three Poems
by Soyoung Jung
It starts with examining our shores. An elastic shove
could inch the edges out, said those who loved greatest
and with massive breakers. [...]
could inch the edges out, said those who loved greatest
and with massive breakers. [...]
07.27.05
The Book of Beginnings & Endings
by Jenny Boully
And if it were possible to pursue the bleeding heart dove to her nest, what then? [...]
07.03.05
The Castle’s Origin
Because there is no reason to live, he invents one to fill the void; with purity and vacuity the invented rationale fights the filth and congestion of reality. [...]
06.12.05
Storm, lustral
05.31.05
Nine Poems
You walk above in the light,
Soulful genius, on a yielding floor!
God’s shining breezes
Gently touch you [...]
Soulful genius, on a yielding floor!
God’s shining breezes
Gently touch you [...]
05.21.05
The Exotic Moods of Les Baxter
Memory of silt and blush.
A no-touch Ikebana arranges the river’s first thought.
This is how the Jade Fable ends. [...]
A no-touch Ikebana arranges the river’s first thought.
This is how the Jade Fable ends. [...]
05.07.05
Robert Creeley: In Memoriam
May 21, 1926–March 30, 2005
Lots of laughter
Before and after. Every meeting
Rhymed and fluttered into meter.
The beat was the message. [...]
Before and after. Every meeting
Rhymed and fluttered into meter.
The beat was the message. [...]
04.27.05
Three Poems
I leave with that voice? In Austria the alps are blowing
with bedsheets. The innkeeper sings my child, my child [...]
with bedsheets. The innkeeper sings my child, my child [...]
04.15.05
From Quandaries
by Ted Mathys
imprisoned on the fissure the figure considers
the fossils in the rock between the figure and the arrested [...]
the fossils in the rock between the figure and the arrested [...]
03.10.05
Four Poems
an eternity of New Wave
Fridays, of the one perfect
airplane haunting the tinsel
town machinery undone [...]
Fridays, of the one perfect
airplane haunting the tinsel
town machinery undone [...]
02.23.05
how human nouns
gone unnoticed the inevitable protagonists accrue
fragile centipede working rot into unreliable endnotes [...]
fragile centipede working rot into unreliable endnotes [...]
02.11.05