By Sanam Sheriff
At a certain point, I lost you. I came to know it first as a weather, the earliest hour of day breaking on the bedsilk, its low rung of light, a pregnant silence.
This is the sound love makes—tolling of a tongueless bell, its waggingand wagging despite; its whole headteeming with wind. The sound
By Dave Lucas
I would be Diogenes. Swing my lampthrough these dishonest days in search.I myself have looked the known worldover and given everything a new name.
More from this issue
By David Mason
This month's poster features a poem from David Mason. It appeared in our Spring 2013 issue on The Business of Literature. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here.
By 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.
By William Baer
"Tracking Shots," from our Winter 2013 issue on Classic Hollywood.
More Online Poetry
By Claire Schwartz
By John S. Sledge
By John Freeman