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Net Worth

Chavisa Woods

net worth, a face strung out like a net like a meth-head, that’s a net, strung out cast into outcast waters. what is the deductible expense of my mother’s un-medicated, ...

hudson yards: day 1

Eve Packer

what a jerk, to drag a friend to hudson yards the day after it opens, today st patricks day and the city bursting w/drunk green people. over here on the west side we join the masses streaming through knock you down and ...

DANCING ON A WING OF BREATH

Agneta Falk

The wind brought me here into a hidden corner on a rocky beach something about the light the sky and sea melting into one, into me the pounding waves feeling like I look inside and there she is, my mother and ...

Episode 13 – Jack Hirschman

Bernard Meisler

Jack Hirschman in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Jack Hirschman Jack Hirschman, Poet Laureate emeritus of San Francisco, author of over 100 books in nine languages, essayist and painter, is a living legend. We me...

Cold Sky

Kelly Cowan

maneuvered these roads in February - sister’s memorial service - car sheathed in ice winds swelling mile after mile see only railroad tracks & low wood utility poles burrowed in the dirt pushing up † † �...

Immunization

Genevieve Legacy

Today you are a paper husband— torn envelopes, bill stubs, a refund check for $5.68 scatter-piled on the wormwood table. I’ve imagined in this way before, divined absence with hot, brackish tears— a homeopath...

Myrtle

William Considine

I want all the flowers that thrive right away at the start of spring, that stand alone in the cool noon and the long, chilly shadows of dawn & dusk and through cold nights. They take the first chance opening of light ...

I WANT TO TELL YOU HOW IT WAS

Dorothy Friedman

because this is the only chance I'm going to get-- It was an ordinary day except no one had taken out the garbage. It had been snowing since noon and there were piles of snow on the front lawn and on t...

SATORI IN MANHATTAN

Joel Allegretti

———on the platform at the 175th Street subway station, Washington Heights———I find myself thinking I’m Vladimir in Calvin Klein black lambskin and Estragon in Tommy Hilfiger dim-gray chinos———sitting�...

FOR HERE THERE IS NO PLACE

Anton Yakovlev

You’ve figured out the colonization of Mars and the need to live in caves for five hundred years. You’ve predicted private nuclear weapons, deciphered symbols of bigotry on some trump cards. You’ve held cookout...