Words

Be aware of the midnight knock, the one that sends you breathless out under moth veiled streetlights, no time to grab a toothbrush or...

Face it, we’re wind From womb to the blue prom. Remember me licking Cream off your belly? I swing soft breasts Over the bones of the forgotten. Creation and death Harbor...

Don’t read into the title, “So, You’re a Poet,” just see it for what it is. There’s no question mark, no other words. It’s...

Covid – year two. I no longer live within myformer parameters.Sleep comes in waves per night as does dream. Some days the sun sings I’m...

Poets gather like words on a page scribed in their own handwriting as illustrious lines they embody poetic form — such as , a tercet , perhaps — where this...

and sometimes all i got, seth is a lengthy corridor filled with the sounds and the shufflings of shoes and sober interludes on a long train ride going...

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...

Surprisingly dominant the hard world — flags and batons, limos and air-conditioners, mounted mooseheads, bullets. Our soft bodyshells must conform or be shed. Yet the totems within our heads are not lampposts without lamps. Nothing the...

In this random pick-up-sticks, double helixMelting pot amalgam and gene pool diasporaOf multiracial physiognomy, skin color,And multilingual saga, rhythm, and songOf European, African, Asian,...

The celebration in Wuhan is a galaxy of lights.The temporary hospitals are torn down, the mallsare reopened. A man fixes his daughter’s maskby a...

How’s everything at school? Good...why? Another mother passed along a whisper: there’s this boy, he might have a gun. Should I tell you, or leave you in...

You will be here again. Your eyes closed in brightening light from a window, open in winter. Magenta blooms lidded, your forehead held by a shoulder put forward...