They must vanish of course who must go early to the arms of grooms. They must take weight, who were momentarily brilliant, crepuscular even, shining — Through a meadow, a window, a promise. When the sun sets over the empty beach the brides follow each other, one by one, into the slow drift of the […]
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Carley Moore: On Being Low
How are we the underside of snow? Both on the street and in the trees? I saw your shadow. I saw you go. You are underneath the car. You are now one in a series of larger keys. How are you the underside of snow? You are the hat and the pilot. Low replaces low. […]
Ada Limón: After the Storm
Morning is too much after the hurricane, umbrella bones scattered, sun baking wet sidewalk, my mouth sour with alcohol, feeling a little sorry for myself. I put, take a shower on my list of things to do. Brush my teeth. Get over big love. My body is shaking. I want to make a sound, something […]
Daniel Kane: Absenteeism in the Work Place (Fat Song)
I’m cleaning like mad “Who did it and ran” is what they’ll be thinking if they show up to find my house this pigsty as if I were never here “Who did it and ran” I hope you’re having a wonderful time this Labor Day weekend I can’t come into work I’m making cheesecake for […]
Sascha Feinstein: Crops
Some seasons the family remembers: that spring when Po Sen’s mother gave birth to her in a field that yielded nothing and forced the women to buy rice near a river village. They hunched and pressed their foreheads into cloth straps—Like this, she seems to say, and places my hand on her thigh so I […]
William E. Dudley: Dust
blossoms into what looks like wrens that sleep minutes with a woman who paints them living on the side of a hill much closer than you realize with a nose so straight the point of perfection is silent next to a garden that clings to Martin Van Buren