Poetry

Nation of Poets

I woke up to a light of sky and you were my homeland. When did…

Self Portrait
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I Follow my Intuition

She unrolls like sharp and gold wire toward decorous flowers. I see the peach unmoving…

Doppler Daze

I’ve become a storm tracker. It’s 2am, electric flashes turn night to day, ignite the…

Are We Not Obsidian?*

for Bekezela Mguni and Saretta Morgan *title after Ellen Gallagher’s exhibit Are We Obsidian? This…

excerpt from Hot with the Bad Things

Small death.      Small shame Photograph of a small room emptied      …

A Conversation with Poets

[The following is a selection of email responses from the poets in this issue to…

Sequence from Botanic América

sparrows void sneaker hollows thrown over a telephone line with nests. at dusk   we are…

circus tent domed in new age

over the Pecking duck a quick head jerkcan’t eavesdrop lack of tryhard  fascinates scarification a planeloadin from LA certain…

Redacted from History

Tú Eres la testiga a mi entrega, Staring out a 10th floor window onto a…