Featured Selection

Featured Selection: Robert Lowell

This month’s Featured Selection comprises a wonderful introduction, by Katie Peterson, to the forthcoming New Selected Poems of Robert Lowell, along with several pieces from the book.                     In his time,


Review: Frannie Lindsay

In this month’s installment, reviews editor Adam Tavel examines a book of spiritually inquisitive elegies.           If Mercy by Frannie Lindsay The Word Works $17, 96 pages published April 2016 In his exquisite, jazzy homage to

Essays and Comment

Essays and Comment: Anthony Madrid

A Gallery of Rhymes from Palgrave’s Golden Treasury, Book I     1 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do

This Month's Selections


(Paris, Hair, 1971)     Once through an ancient stage door, past a sign “L’audition”, I’m ushered by hip Mercury, cocked   torch lighting his winged brow. My number’s the one he hands me, though I don’t know how: to

Things forgotten

“ …stay forever young and beautiful”                                    Robert Walser   once in another city, streetlights haloed with rainwater, the asphalt,   onxy for a moment or two, you, any you, forgotten, perfected;   still, it’s the proposition that matters more

Two Poems

To a High Aircraft                  (after William Cullen Bryant)     While now by slow degrees the heat and light of a long summer day decline, the west become a burning gallery out of the evening news,  

The Good World

but when I painted the deer I didn’t want to scare her so I started with the leaves her slow tongue curled around then the nearby apples come loose on their brittling stems for her alone I painted even the

Stone Cross

— after Vasyl Stefanyk (1871-1936) Ukrainian prose writer, political activist   1. Remember your village of always uphill, a water-warped leather neck-strap, the cramped wagon with an oak shaft. Remember dirt, hunks of manure flecked with feather and bone, dust

The Podium

He is bilious, potty-mouthed, at once puffy and rachitic. He sways, eyes red and rheumy as September strawberries. Yet he is the Leader. We fear and adore him. When we were children, moping on the stoop, we shoved him a

Two Poems

Mother of Invention   Who first fashioned fishnet stockings, wearable windows for the high-rise of the female leg, these panes that divide thighs into endless peepshows, elasticated graphs, spanning ankles, knees, and calves, that chart the unknown like sextants, in

Pet of the Week

Oh, Salsa, I too am “weary of men and strangers.” We’re sisters of the hind and heart on this. Must men always be . . . men? Voices as sure as trees, mitts shall we say not soft to sensitive

After victory — the era of postwar executions

*** После победы – эпоха казней послевоенных. Скоротечные заседания и решения трибуналов. Необходимо уменьшить поголовье военнопленных. Не кормить же в тюрьме побежденных вражеских генералов!   Тем более, что у каждого руки в крови по локоть. И сохранились приказы, что они

The Harrow Plow

Each spring it sank a little further down beneath the apple tree where we would stand and pitch those sour globes to feel them burst against a bat we could barely swing. Convinced it was a spacecraft run aground no