after Saturn Devouring His Son by Francisco GoyaSometimes, I’ll go to the mountain. I count when I’m on the edge, three days of bliss between the plane rides. I met the family, I met the mother, the father, the ...
LONG DISTANCE, UP CLOSE by Diannely Antigua
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*Because I don’t believe in memoirs and because I was never the kind of precocious young person who is the sort of person whogrows up to become a writer, having kept meticulous and idiosyncraticrecords of their own ...
Brief Encounters with Famous Men by Kimberly Andrews
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Question everything: the creakof the bridge and the crookof the stair, be wary of the dry,knocking trees, the ochre inyour daughter’s eyes—trustnothing to be only what you askof it. Cherry blossomswill remain ...
THE POET’S GUIDE TO TRANSLATION by Arah Ko
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JoanIn March, Joan staged a photo of mefrom behind a bar as if she was the tender.I watched her spine curve in the mirrorbehind bottles.She thanked me in June:Thank you for the cuterock. She took the pebble and placed ...
Two Poems by Jess Eagle
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I look out my classroom windowand clock the empty air where atree stood for the first decade ofmy career.I once wrote a poem aboutsquirrels scurrying around itsboughs and trunk, but thosesquirrels turned up roadkill in ...
For My Students Who Wrote Poems Using ChatGPT This Year by Dante Di Stefano
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It’s hard not to think, especially here, that the river must be burning.In the meantime some men & women are paid to count everything.Fire where the fire should be, in the place of the sun. It’s about ...
SITTING BEFORE J.M.W. TURNER’S BURNING OF THE HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT IN THE CLEVELAND ART MUSEUM by G.C. Waldrep
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An orchid is the eldest daughter of refugees, uprooted in a stranger’s land. She changes her name and tucks away dresses adorned with mirrors and beadwork. Our ancestors were silversmiths. Here, the craft is dead. ...
Repotting an Orchid by Zuhra Malik
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one of her big boys rips open a packet of matador spinach seeds,strews them amid a diameter of potted dirt and waits for water and sun to do their thing in the dark stairwell alcove. show me yours, water says, and sun ...
WHEN A BLACK WOMAN DIES by AKHIM YUSEFF CABEY
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Faith (after Alain Bosquet)
God tempts me in my language.
As I reject Him, I feel remorse.
He is that within me which is
repulsed by the smallness in me.
I create God to limit ...
Two Poems by Joshua McKinney
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