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A Canticle Rehearsal in The Temple and The Waters Do Not Return, Even to Meribà
Oh, I am tired of my land,
Salvador Espriu
On Beauty and To the Phaistos Disc
I have a tree outside my house. I don’t know what kind—in spring, it blooms, gorgeous.
Natasha Sajé
Three poems by Li Suo translated from Chinese by Lucas Klein and Henry Zhang
the cemetery east of river bank road
Li Suo
Nurse at a Bus Stop
The slow traffic takes a good long look.
Simon Armintage
Posthumous Cabin
And got away to it, and left the work to others
William Olsen
Carpe Diem
You won't live
Timothy Liu
The All-Overs, This is Where God Stays When He’s in Town and Mr. Jackson’s Killer
I like words like gallimaufry, tawdry, billingsgate—braggadocio! Rodomontade.
David Kirby
To a Man in Rags Holding Out a Cup | A 100-year-old Man Asks Me to Write about Something
I don’t have much
Frannie Lindsay
Fireworks or Gunfire?
It’s just somebody sighting his gun—
Chase Twichell
Bedtime Story
It wasn’t only my father who believed in the romanticism of war
Bruce Cohen
Beginning and Whatever Doesn’t Kill Your Mother Makes Her Stronger
One of the first days my mom’s in the ICU, I try to describe
Denise Duhamel
REMEMBERING RAY – AUG. 2,1998 – FOR TESS
The invitation reads:
Jim Somers
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