Words
Americans are returning to their rituals
pack your emergency go-bags, fireand flood are riding the waveof optimism don’t forget the iodine! Anne Waldmansays, we’re taking off our sweatersAndrew Schelling says—the poetsundressing, the climate...
Lost Highway Wondering
There is a line in the sun
As the crack in an egg
I am wandering the interstate
Walking on tired legs
With dreams as diesel gasoline
A glow...
Some of you have never feared for your life in public...
Some of you have never feared for your life in public space and it really shows
glide through intersections up to bars
Traverse the city like...
Know less, wonder more
I’ve always had a hard time expressing myself,” says poet Andrea Gibson.
It’s hard to believe, especially since Gibson has made a career doing just...
in the light
Waking up each morning Pieces of my skin stick to my sheets Flesh unbound, pulling away A viscous, visceral stretch in the direction of my movement, a line...
Face The Dirt
I’m observing the frighteningdangerously changing era of anothertrembling foundation,the rapidly turning event unravel...
it seems the...
soon to depart
a summer wind and softly, now, the whisper of falland these shadows, like snakes they creep down my wall
and the sun, swiftly his chariot borne through the...
Turnaround
One hundred and eightyDegree turnaroundMade several timesIn one lifetime—
From numbers runner and burglarBreaking into mansions of moneyed White menTo writer and Muslim messengerReaching into...
