Bat House By Elise Paschen Fall 2016 Turn out the light and I’ll explain. —James Fenton It’s where I’m headingIt’s what I overheardThe lines in the cornerThe flaming word. It’s what you expectedYour greatest fearA chip in the teacupBills from last year. 0 Comments
The Elevated By Elise Paschen Fall 2016 Train on the railsMoon buttonholes the skyThe sorrow, the sailsYour hand, my thigh. Moon buttonholes the skyLines trail airplanesYour hand, my thighDoors close again. 0 Comments
X.9 By Martial, Translated by Tyler Goldman Fall 2016 Yes, I’m that Martial known all across the world for my elegiac couplets, hendecasyllables, 0 Comments
Only the Beginning of the Sharpness By Kay Ryan Summer 2016 It’s hard forthe mastersharpener afterall that workto have the shafttaken for the point. 0 Comments
Elegy for the Bully By Bruce Snider Summer 2016 You have always been nosebleed and nail-bite, the spit-shined halls where you harvested us with your tribal clang. Too long we saw your face in every shadow, felt the whole forest await your arrival like a nagging frost. 0 Comments
Territory By Bruce Snider Summer 2016 All day I’ve followed roads. Have I come that far?Terre Haute, Greencastle. Kokomo’s not close, but not far. 0 Comments
The Cat and the Two Sparrows By Fred Chappell Summer 2016 It was amusing to see The quick pet Sparrow and the Cat Engage in harmless duels that Exercised their friendly rivalry. 0 Comments
Hilda “H.D.” Doolittle’s Manuscript of “Archer,” 1952 By Hilda (H.D.) Doolittle Summer 2016 In our Spring 1952 issue, we published three H.D. poems—“Sigil,” “Archer,” and “Scribe”—all of which were later included in her Selected Poems (1957). To continue reading, please login or subscribe. 0 Comments
How to be alone By Donika Kelly Summer 2016 Not that you ever are. The small, rough dogs lie at your feet or warm your belly. 0 Comments
Swallow By Donika Kelly Summer 2016 The first time you swallow— the light, lurid and cold— 0 Comments
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