By Luis J. Rodriguez
Heavy blue veins streak across my mother’s legs,Some of them bunched up into dark lumps at her ankles.
By Tess Taylor
In every sale a list of ways your home could be destroyed: flood, poison, earthquake, fire.
By Kay Ryan
The mind likes the squeeze of chutes and channels.
The water levelcomes up whenyou throw instones, bricks...
They are notimaginary butaccessible onlyintermittently.
By Dana Gioia
Let’s go downtown. It’s a hot summer night.Lovers are sitting in sidewalk cafés—Breaking up, making up, hooking up, cooking upPlans for tonight that leave them amazed.
By Douglas Kearney
I am sorry for your—Dear
Baja and Bay, I am sorry
By Kwame Dawes, Photography by Andre Lambertson
Kwame Dawes confronts the legacy of homophobia and the shame in Jamaica's largely Christian culture.
In early December 2013 and early 2014, writer Kwame Dawes and photographer Andre Lambertson traveled to Jamaica to investigate the experience of people living with HIV/AIDS in the Christian church.
By Lisa Russ Spaar
Unmarried, the heart ejaculateswhat it must, scarlet-purled, arterial,
away, away. Or conversely, married,it requires all—venous, freighted with wastes.