Elegy

Chen Chen My shoes were growing more powerful with each day. I walked in the country of letters, its fields of eyes belonging to my lost sister— dark eyes that early closed, or forgot to open. I have not been back in some time, though often I walk to my office, daydreaming of that country’s… More

West of Schenectady

Chen Chen The sun sets like a whispered regret behind the hills or is that a mountain. Moths come to the screen door as if that was what they were made for. Moth for screen door. & vice versa. I don’t have time for their secrets tonight. I am making my loneliness small. So small… More

Like Blood

Marc Petersen The real god doesn’t demand belief. He left us on dry land in a garden and asked us how we wanted to live. Once god was like a man. Now god is like an ocean. Calm from the shore– brown pelicans, sailboats large enough for meals at tables, a tanker transporting crude oil… More

Frozen Fawn

Robert Wrigley Funny, by which I mean mysterious or eerie, the way I just happened to look out the western window of my shack at exactly that moment the morning sun— via the same opening in the heavy brush I glanced through—made the carcass shine unmistakably in the shape of what it was. Still, I… More

Proust

Robert Wrigley By the light of my reading lamp, she regards me, or regards the shape of me where I sit, the shadow I am, she being mostly blind. She’s lying on the couch, and it may be she is uncertain I am even here, for she was asleep when I entered the room and… More

Plum Summer

Stephen Massimilla Black horses have a deep blue tint to their eyes; in the plum-dark night they hang in the depths of sleep; and like the sheen of an equine haunch, the fruit’s black skin magnetizes touch, misted veil of questions broken by the press of my thumb. I would bite into this sweet, cool… More

Vowels

Stephen Massimilla -After Rimbaud A black, E white, I red, U green, O blue—vowels, One day I’ll tell your secret origins:
 A, black hairy corset of dazzling flies
 That boom around cruel stenches, Gulfs of shadow; E, candor of steams and tents,
 Proud glacier spears, white kings, shivers of Queen-Anne’s-lace;
 I, maroons, spat blood, laughter… More