By Seán Hewitt
St. Stephen’s Day: home unsettled, a rupture, and here the ruched branch has turned itself outward,
its soft, bright innards held up along the path. At first, a golden
By John Freeman
What if each timeyou caused paina small, round stonewas put in your pocketpebbles for inducingself-doubt
I wish we were livinga story of desire, butI don’t feel Odysseus beating out his taleof longing at the oars
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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.
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