Victoria Chang

This month's poster features a poem from Victoria Chang. It appeared in our Fall 2012 issue on The Female Conscience. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here. [...]

—Monica Lewinsky What if it were true? That in the End, no matter what dress we look for, All we have in our closets are blue ones? Remember the surface area of the body? Each one inch square can be bruised blue. Maybe we know how to betray clot [...]

1 Listen: I can almost hear the sea galloping below. The trail winds down through the Douglas firs, as the shadows of a brain might. At this fencepost, under buckeye trees, nuts have eyes like those of buck deer, as if mocking me. Let me look at [...]

They bend into each other’s stamens, tendrils leaning, sucking and bulging, calyx swaying in blade, lamina, burning under a trusted sun. Cottage Tulips, Single Earlies, Double Earlies, Darwins, Parrots. Plant them in the fall to see their torso [...]

—who enlisted in the Union Army as Frank Thompson I am the breath of a fevered lion. Everything here is made of beard. The floors I sleep on hard as stale bread. I am the cloth in the mouth of a feeding lion. Each night I listen to the unfamilia [...]