Online Exclusives

12.20.16
Two Poems
Day calls or what passes for day here. I leave you
sleeping in this light that comes later each morning,
as if we were approaching winter, not the moon
we aim for [...]
12.13.16
Two Poems
Nothing like a view of the sea to remind you
there are multiple happinesses in any moment [...]
12.06.16
The Man Who Wore Death
There once was a man who wore high khaki pants and button-up shirts with the faintest blue stripes. [...]
11.29.16
How We Got into This
My house was the color of silence and dust. Bright things tried to come out in it but they were usually absorbed back into the carpet. [...]
09.27.16
Five Poems
One decoy waits
to be retrieved. One
craves the bite of
something bigger. [...]
09.13.16
You Should Have the Body
Two things: You can’t see it coming when you don’t know whether you’re coming or going. You have to see some things many times before you see it, and sometimes not even then. [...]
08.30.16
The Atheist in the Attic
“There they were, one headless, one with his hands hacked off, hanging like two mutton carcasses from a gibbet on the raised octagon of stones in front of the jail.” [...]
08.09.16
Seven Poems
Looks like sugar.
Let it enter. [...]
07.26.16
Too Much for Adele
All the letters she sends to Le Moucheron aren’t sent back, but neither are they answered. [...]
07.19.16
Two Stories
We, being Found People, know lostness when we see it. We feel it like a vibe running through the antennae of our bones. [...]
07.06.16
Everyone and Her Resemblances
She took charge of my imaginary presence

Which of the women is she?

She is the one who refuses to say [...]
06.28.16
Among
But Max didn’t sail back through a day and a night. He didn’t return across a tumbling sea. His dinner wasn’t still warm. None of that is true. [...]
06.14.16
Two Poems
What’s worse: uniformed children 
or betraying friends by writing 
about them? Bingo [...]
06.07.16
From Feral Girl
as damage crawls along floors
or breathes through baseboards [...]
05.31.16
Correspondence Messenger
To light, waiting for morning, between two things—her silent face, this rock, the ordinary meaning of sound. Blood, stone. [...]
05.24.16
To Waken as Field
unbaptized, undocumented
            stars watch us more intently in
                                   bright daylight when we cease
      to believe in them [...]
05.03.16
An Interview
My inability to recognize faces makes the desire to form a consistent image of a person quite connected to my intent focus on perceiving and memorizing the rhythm of someone’s speech, the intonations within their questions, the length of their sentences. I will recognize them later by their language. [...]
04.12.16
Seven Pieces
She painted clouds, he hunted amber. She counted eggs, he angled rainward. [...]
04.05.16
Four Marriages
We descend. We pass through the roof, inside the house, onto the scuffed hardwood floor, down a long dim hall, where we search out our subjects. [...]
03.29.16
Four Poems
The easiest job in America wouldn’t be easy enough for me. [...]
03.22.16
The Old Country
From the time I was ten, I knew I might have to incinerate my father. [...]
03.15.16
From Sexual Stealing
Beaujeu of horrors
scenes only human
deep bottom of base
trembling in grandeur [...]
03.08.16
Two Poems
To collapse means to crumble but also to compress
remnants into the remembrance of a whole
body, this person was. [...]
03.01.16
Two Poems
Blue eagle has learned
to look past
emerging green light
and the north wind’s rancor. [...]
02.23.16
Four Poems
I was blind as a stone
Blunt as a stone
I lay there—
     useful 
     as a nub of a thumb [...]
02.09.16
Two Poems
Through the palace where mirrors

                      Refract through water
                                                  What desire I know                      other than another’s

                                                                                           More conducting than my own

Through the Hall of Perfect Brightness. [...]
02.02.16
Love Song
Let’s go then, you and me … 3 … 
—this gauze collecting blood, the midday heat 
still in the concrete, a tetchy spider stop-
motioning its way along a table [...]
01.26.16
Three Poems
I have no subscription. I am not 
privy to facts. Libraries exist but for the perfumery, 
the water stain on each page, 
blurblack corsages.  [...]
01.19.16
The Beard of Human Weakness
Mr. Hamilton likes to close deals at Taco Brothers over peach-a-ritas, and he gets a deal on the peach-a-ritas because he hooked up the franchisee of this Taco Brothers with the empty lot next door for extra parking. When I call him, he’s pumped as hell.  [...]

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Vol. 76
Fortieth Anniversary Issue
Spring 2021
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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July 28, 2021
Sanjay’s stepmother enters the dining room and
his monitoring bracelet records a flutter in his pulse.
Dr. Cameron shows the assistant how he applies
an electrode to the surface of the patient’s brain.
She sees a mountain blow away like it’s sand.
July 21, 2021
“Well, technically batshit,” I’d tell him, and I’d remind him that, seeing as we were trapped in this cave—“Cave?” he’d say, and I’d say, “Yeah, the cave we’re recovering from eye surgery in,” and he’d say, “Oh right”—and that seeing as we’d be thus—“pardon the expression,” I’d say—interred for at least as long as it took to recover, that the cave would be, for all intents and purposes, what we’d have to mean, from here on out, by the word world; and thus bats, who were the only creatures still flitting in and out of the cave’s narrow apertures and thereby participating in the larger ecosystem and importing to an otherwise inhospitable environment the most basic elements needed to sustain life, their excretions would need to be, for the foreseeable future, what we’d have to mean when we’d say sun.
July 14, 2021
And all manner of head swerves.
Three people flew past me, but did not see.
It’s not even clear what happens to the chicken on the bobsled.
 
Trails . . . that slither with their cake.
Will you have more?
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