Online Exclusives
12.18.12
Third Party
The woman turned to lie on her side in the bed. Her body turned in bed, but she did not turn. She was looking at the ceiling. She looked at the ceiling. It had happened. Her body was on the side of her. [...]
12.11.12
Five Stories
by Rob Walsh
Women like drinks, so they say. We opened our fists and let the money settle on the counter, in front of the woman. [...]
11.27.12
Three Poems
by Eric Linsker
The divisions are what we will do newly in this world,
Both from heaven torn away, people with trees. [...]
Both from heaven torn away, people with trees. [...]
11.13.12
Three Poems
by Thea Brown
All stories begin with a doorbell, the enterer,
a light, unexpected yet inevitable. Implied
accusation a question of how soon, when the dead [...]
a light, unexpected yet inevitable. Implied
accusation a question of how soon, when the dead [...]
11.06.12
Guide to a Childhood Diversion
This is a game for two sisters. The sisters must be close in age, perhaps six and eight. They will need the sash of a terrycloth robe. There must be a kitchen island or some other domestic island. [...]
10.30.12
Shadow Boxes
10.23.12
An Introduction to James Gatrell’s Journals and Letters
That evening, Gatrell was said to be as “as aloof as usual.” One faculty member described him as “the personification of sadness walking.” [...]
10.09.12
Three Poems
Some peaches were gathered in your name,
and that was enough underneath panels of
trick moonlight, parsing out phrases from [...]
and that was enough underneath panels of
trick moonlight, parsing out phrases from [...]
09.11.12
Four Poems
by Jake Syersak
A coo is forming a dove from the open breast of zero: a sound, a rivulet, a note to wed no toward. Something along the lines of the question “glass?” [...]
08.28.12
Three Poems
A signal of danger has arrived in consciousness.
It is a metaphysically pointed arrangement. [...]
It is a metaphysically pointed arrangement. [...]
08.14.12
Five Poems
The curtain you noticed trembling, the whole
soft front of it
in purls, tasseled with rope and yearning [...]
soft front of it
in purls, tasseled with rope and yearning [...]
08.07.12
House of Halls
by Joe Aguilar
In the house of halls, there are no rooms, only corridors: a gilded corridor, a humid corridor, a corridor of ice, a corridor to a corridor [...]
08.01.12
Three Poems
by Adam Fagin
If among the waxwing’s flight, I describe unbroken light, I describe water among the sleep of birds. [...]
07.17.12
Three Poems
07.10.12
From Drafts for Shelley
A figure in black at the beginning there is this one
Figure in outline a boat [...]
Figure in outline a boat [...]
07.03.12
this flying forwards backward, this missnessing, it has to do more with everything—
Augusto de Campos and Emily Dickinson translation experiments by Eric Ellingsen and others
Ding says an amethyst missness
Says the way it works is the way I meant it to work.
Missness: The way it missnesses is the way I mean it to miss.
Ding says the missness is all I have. [...]
Says the way it works is the way I meant it to work.
Missness: The way it missnesses is the way I mean it to miss.
Ding says the missness is all I have. [...]
06.26.12
Chupeta
by Noy Holland
He drove carelessly and the sun passing through the window looked to melt his hair to his head. [...]
06.05.12
From Reveler
05.08.12
Rabbit Starvation
Bunny was young. He had never even eaten this kind of cracker before. He snapped it to bits with his strong front teeth, grinning at his noisy cereal violence [...]
04.17.12
The Raincoat
What sort of person was Peter Underwood? Was he a confused person? A desperate person? Did he give any thought to history, to politics, to the difficult problem of communication? [...]
04.03.12
I, Inc.
03.27.12
On Lust
by JoAnna Novak
I look in the morning
having an upward aspect or direction, lamb: honorable, prideful, seeing with attention—
the name of Thy city—electric shell, nucleus of general movement;
crocus of crouching [...]
having an upward aspect or direction, lamb: honorable, prideful, seeing with attention—
the name of Thy city—electric shell, nucleus of general movement;
crocus of crouching [...]
02.28.12
Five Poems
Renounce the vestibule of non-vital vitals.
Confess the gallbladder,
the glandular wallflowers,
the objectionable oblong spleen. [...]
Confess the gallbladder,
the glandular wallflowers,
the objectionable oblong spleen. [...]
02.21.12
Years
There were bicycles in the garage. Children in the bedrooms. Tall, messy, attractive children who put on confused looks at the sight of her, no matter how often they saw her.
Because she wasn’t theirs.
And they weren’t hers. [...]
Because she wasn’t theirs.
And they weren’t hers. [...]
01.31.12
Four Poems
He drops off the kids, puffs out his little adopted cloud
into Nevada. Some of it stays inside him [...]
into Nevada. Some of it stays inside him [...]
01.24.12
Sport
Couldn’t have been as odd for anyone as it was for us, when Finland’s blood factories were shuttered. [...]
01.17.12
Six Poems
clock threads indeterminate language wash the clothes balance the socks
the reindeer is tied to a lamppost [...]
the reindeer is tied to a lamppost [...]
