By Vijay Seshadri
What happened to the city that made us promises, promises we had the luxury to believe or not?Night caved its streets,
By Jill Bialosky
What are words when they meet the action of what they attempt to modify?
I look at you with my vexed eye.I look at you with my hostile eye.I look at you with my hostile and vexed eye.My hostile, vexed eye is a wrench.
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.
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