“Official Statement,” by Steven D. Schroeder
In our hands, his life
amounted to vacant housing
taped off, his blood on blacktop
too dark to identify.
“Official Statement,” by Steven D. Schroeder Read More »
In our hands, his life
amounted to vacant housing
taped off, his blood on blacktop
too dark to identify.
“Official Statement,” by Steven D. Schroeder Read More »
“The politics of visibility in urban space are immensely complex and intersectional; we’re all out there navigating the streets as best we can, and hoping to get something out of it.”
The Subversive Flâneuse: An Interview with Lauren Elkin Read More »
“He wanted to get out of his head,” she said,
“so I told him to write about his mother’s nipples.”
“My Mother’s Nipples,” by Robert Hass Read More »
My mind’s packed with clouds, dark roads, endless water. Losing names, losing facts, like a half-filled sieve. And yet the mind’s not supposed to go. I point Nicole to the elevator, and we step in.
“Swimmer,” by Rebecca Givens Rolland Read More »
“Poems are often these very strange moans. These very impossible efforts toward the innermost pangs. Somehow, the trying to go there gives me hope. To reach down and into. To make your whole language and your whole body move that way.”
A List of Further Possibilities: An Interview with Chen Chen Read More »
When she was nearly asleep, she heard voices far upstream, male voices, chanting, as if from the dawn of history. Deep, primeval. The Men were performing the rituals of manhood. But the little farts in the night were nearer and dearer.
“Limberlost,” by Ursula K. Le Guin Read More »
History is now. And then now. It’s still happening now. And it appears it’s all about me.
Do you hear the engines beneath the model of the city giving out?
“The History I’m Living In Right Now!” by Kent Shaw Read More »
“The complexities of the human spirit intrigue me. Sometimes we believe we are working towards one goal when in fact we are up to something else entirely. I think of these as shadow rooms in the homes of our souls.”
On “The Child Finder”: An Interview with Rene Denfeld Read More »
From the ceilings of our tiny tunneled chambers, we hang.
Workers bring their parcels—drops of toothsome honeydew
fallen from foreign floral nectaries.
“from MYRMECOLOGY,” by Rachel Harkai Read More »
In my memory of the moment, my reading becomes more halting, my voice trailing off a bit as the information sinks in. Antikleia had a daughter? So Odysseus has a sister? Why didn’t I know that?
“Seeking Odysseus’s Sister,” by Mary Ebbott Read More »