THE ANT LIEUTENANT TELLS ME OF HIS RETURN by David Callan Black soil collapsing onto rock. Beetles with shining blue ...
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Fist above foothold, stay invisible; don't open your mouth and waste words on statues that may or may not love ...
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THE DAMAGE IS THE TRUTH by Roy White Ice on the stairs, brief flight, pain and an impossible angle. A ...
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How the body performs a blockade: I’m not here. Everyone wants to prove they can fight a tank. The Japanese ...
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The stage curtain of my dreams needs an alteration. Ka-Pow! Ambient billiard balls. “It’s always broccoli with you.” And it ...
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* You no longer bathe though a cold rain flows through one arm ...
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want to be that featureless dove tucked in the saint's armpit. I want to nest where his hand presses me ...
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Temporal weariness bought many women their milk,on condition that they would promise onlya small thing, some silent iniquity. They shuttheir ...
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Otto, Otto everywhere. That was how I felt for a while, biting into wax fruit, crafting crusades in miniature, many ...
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Born with multiple spinal malformations. Missing ribs on the left side—only flesh to guard the collapsed lung. One right lung ...
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Instead of violence Instead of the trees Instead of the brier Instead of regulation Instead of music Instead of jail ...
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the future is not Las Vegas yet here we are dying and newly alive glittering thunder dome of sweat ...
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Tall A woman grows taller and taller till she looms above her friends, brushes her head on door frames, grows ...
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My sight breaks up; orange rivulets drop down my eye; against my chest, a pain thwacks and clocks. I am ...
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THE TOWER IN OUR CITY is always visible, no matter where we are, it doesn’t even matter what we’re looking ...
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No one bothered to tip me back into my own image. Now, I’ve got one eye seeing forever thru an ...
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I realize I do not wish to fall to the bottom of a well. With no one to hear my ...
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The ridiculous dissatisfaction with good fortune begins in shade, when every bit of luck pops up like a harlequin jammed ...
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For a time I felt harmonious and whole, if you know what I mean. Ringing bells alone could make a ...
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you can’t hold your man                  you can’t hit a jet going six hundred miles per hour with a .50 calibre ...
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The apocalypse goes to Stonehenge during the summer solstice and sings Joni Mitchell’s Blue while tripping on shrooms The apocalypse ...
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perched on spindles of the branching spring the wren with conspicuous brow, the buff sparrow with its white appetite, ravishing ...
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This was his third story, the one after the one about dinosaurs turning to glue and the ship trapped in ...
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TERMS AND CONDITIONS by Heather Holmes one month I am in philadelphia reading the Andrew Durbin book that describes this ...
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Light Years: plurisy, renewed nostalgia for each moment as it goes, the dream returning as it’s escaping. / His wife’s ...
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THE REST by Kimberly Grabowski Strayer I slept with a kitchen knife in my bedside table as a little girl, I ...
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Whilst I was human I walked around with glitter in my eye I wrote it down I believed in magic ...
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In the sour aurora borealis of our political reveries every bruise dives together in a drink of lead paint pouring ...
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Once there was a clementine when I couldn’t speak and a late afternoon on the steps in the sun when ...
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Those that whispered stay in the corners unadorned, protecting their corners, pissing in their corners, un- willing to dance or ...
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Once I was so lonely, I spent all night talking to an android, her pursed lips whispering thick as a ...
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Twelve hours under the flood the putrid silt sacked every staging and support, the poplar plank with its larch cross-sections, ...
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Then it’s three years since—since displacement then it’s flesh on foil and planks spilling out oilcloth remnants—then we are formless, ...
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Holy men pitched tents on my grandmother’s farm land. They trickled into 1975 fed by an ancient spring, while everyone ...
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GIANT POSSUM DRAWS CROWD IN NICETOWN by Khaleel Gheba From the west, a swell arrives with pomp, its wet regalia ...
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His smile is a Spanish quarter, lopsides us down Campania street inclines, dodging grime bullets. Cerussite silk plunges down to ...
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Scrapped leaves, the orange the gold the crimson, scratch along, clump, stop. Crumble. Rot., Blow off where it all blows ...
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They did not believe us at the station. The voices weighing us as we stood naked in the south wind, ...
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where we come from by Patricia Hartland tiny springs meet the red red sand the sea we built our little ...
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“Daddy, can I watch you make?” I was following my father down our long hallway to the bathroom, pulling the ...
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ANATOMY OF A MONARCA by Antonio Lopez Emerging from the quilted cocoon of the brown monarcas is an infant who ...
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Bloody Mary was neither skull nor naked bone. .............Sister of blood and flesh they said your name 3 times, .............walked ...
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A blocked valve facilitates prayer. A blocked airway inspires a sudden reinvestment in the communicative powers of miming. A blocked ...
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those various yellows, golden-rods, butter-fat, chrysanthemum wax-wings ..sprung from thin etchings of faith, is it just random— ....the rabbit/sleeve disguised: ...
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moves in gravelly time, so that the words I say here have been said before, and my car is covered ...
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In the first motion, I wrapped everything in newspaper, emptied glass stones from the bottoms of fishbowls, recycled the recyclables, ...
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The world, I never thought, was worth its wake In my image alone, kicking storms about itself Like me, a ...
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In the silver heart of everything there is a constant quivering. We think the sky is boneless only because it ...
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There is a ceremonial volley over a grave I climb on the branch of an olive tree to peep at ...
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It has nothing to do with the banjo –this chair aches for wheels that will rust, wobble the way riverbeds ...
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A Civil War cannonball dug from a field near Petersburg now props open the door. He shows me in. The ...
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We knew without speaking your left eye open just a crack caught between moans and a gasp. I toss in ...
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The hair the doctors cut to clear from underneath the stitches, long and light, marbled my black shirt. As with ...
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What would a God expect, anticipate. And what, besides endurance or equation, what, besides sentence, metaphor, should God, wearing a ...
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After the Washing of the Feet, an old woman gets up. She reaches into a basket. Takes out a couple ...
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THE CHILDREN by John Sibley Williams Back when play carried less grief, our darkness ruined only a half-acre or so ...
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Propriety A weapon—an assemblage that knifes through this lattice of unspoken tales; this assurance that no one would force open ...
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at park's edge a storm appeared returning from its tour of Vienna, and the car sped away in dust devils, ...
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WHAT MATTERS IS OUR HANDS after Charlottesville: anti-racism protesters by Olivia Hu It's not that your mother was afraid herself, ...
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thin a little ice for me but keep the slip melt slouches melt-ward and it's regular bad is it time ...
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THE MORNING AFTER ANOTHER COMING-OF-AGE FILM by Daryl Sznyter I dream of a man cutting into my stomach and you're ...
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UNDERSONG by Martha Zweig Dawn: eight neighborhood bullies congregate spoiling to tweak a perfect day. They stalk tinfoil glints in ...
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COLONIZING THE WORLD by Cliff Saunders i. The walking stick: an unlikely mast a bit long-in-the-tooth. ii. Good news: red ...
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For three nights we watched Vietnam documentaries, mom slipping into the TV, the TV blooming the blossom of '68 back ...
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Cars backed up to where the geraniums manned the empty lifeboats in the square, we went to see the grounded ...
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MIXED MEDIUM ART by Stuti Pachisia Scenery 1: The sky is a permanent state of dawn, or dusk, if you ...
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Curtains checked for anthrax, podium erected. The balloons will fall to the floor if elected. The ass-groper, interloper, and false ...
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He doesn't notice the desert. The smell of the dead rising, birds or fish, saltwater feeding on air or salt ...
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I wear my love for foxgloves on my digits, nibble on each to slow the fibrillations ...
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Daddy’s Pet fucking chrissakes Slewfoot conglomerates banging eachother Brock Road puddle son of a bitch Mongrel Palmer light the east ...
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In the ground, the real never of a boy How a couple recovers I do not know Whose heart Agony ...
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We gave ourselves matching haircuts but only temple rye cures. Temper your dog but only scaremongering ignites crows. Shared the ...
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Sunlight sealed behind cirrus behemoths, I am deep in left field. Suited up in stripes, I wait for something to ...
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don’t know what was wrong with the person who did this, but I met my wife when this was a ...
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On the eve .....of never forgetting.....I still want to run away.....from you together..... or not run..... but bite or register ...
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If I could be anywhere in the Fall it would be Korea walking rubberized pavement to the top of Namsan ...
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He taught me how to bend their arms so they stayed. To solder them solid with lead and resin, perfect ...
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When coarse human events become necessary, people dissolve, a gloom powers profit, the claws of paper and paper’s God hold ...
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Some still see the shadow of the earth’s other moon, a ghost satellite over a ghost tide before one light ...
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Before the puppet show, Melissa and I split a stolen Valium. As the children gathered, a dreamy feeling descended on ...
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Geometrically speaking, lines are illusion because lines have no width. Yet we know the end from the beginning. Velocity differs ...
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Call to me at the bottom of the stairs and wrap me in your breathless summering. Confession: my lips are ...
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My favorite thing About Keats Is his belief that I might Leave the world unseen I once left An imaginary ...
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On the terrace, huddled against sun, the ticking air and hissing in the grass— at the palazzo belfry suddenly a ...
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Meanwhile, in the airy labyrinth, in a bathtub full of corn liquor, in the red barn on a hillside. While ...
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The coyotes are judging me. The coyotes are excellent judges of character attuned to minute oscillations of will opportunistic in ...
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so it begins [spring] leopards from a crowd of moss hills bloom I don’t live there; I built my ship ...
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The palm trees outside the window are waiting to wed. But the officiate is late. They stare at each other, ...
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a simple star-crack unwinding in ropes of flat out shaking silver. The white bird is not raveled in thought when ...
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I could be a constellation, I have a cryptic, enticing tale it has lions and swords and those things, blood ...
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in Afrika there is a way you beg forgiveness for future sins today in a broken language the same way ...
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I never knew you were Baptist. Nor, I suspect, did you. Perhaps it was the funeral director or your most ...
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Begin by skinning an animal. This plastic woman has, like, 200 acres, and she has so many couches, and she ...
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It is a relief to pass beyond the flesh and become instead a column of information. Puerile, we watch pulp ...
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Category is a submarine, Soviet, riveted together in pointless hurry by convict labor, Lesser Class, something for Black Sea, obsolete ...
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when he beat me up he had me against a row-house screen door, blows like birds flying at my ears ...
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Bury me under feathers. My mother wanted me to be an actress, a singer. I paint in wings, in white, ...
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Sunlight through kitchen window, porridge swirled with raspberry jam. Mouths clotted red, a bluebird sings: on this morning, how can ...
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charred, acrid smell of gunpowder smokes from the holes in Philando’s body, which carries the stigma(ta) of all things dark, ...
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His back toward us, he faces history and history is armed with AR 47s, water cannons, grenades, Andrew Jackson, and ...
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