Peter Bushyeager

The poet doesn't know shit. He stands by the telephone which will ring in one second the dish will break at the moment of regret and this is boring but there's movement at the edges. It's a clean sunrise, birds are...

Sharon Mesmer

Have you ever seen something weird out of the corner of your eye that made you wonder if evolution just made a really big step forward? I did, and now everything looks like Freddie Mercury. Starbursts and Twizzlers look l...

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, ...

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 ...

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 ...

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...

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 † † ...

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...

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 ...

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...

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...

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...

Bernard Meisler

Norman Douglas in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Norman Douglas, Bernard Meisler and Tina Carstensen, relaxing in her Avenue D apartment, 1986 Norman Douglas is a writer (though he says he's not) and a poet (though...

Jeffrey Cyphers Wright

There are only two sins—banality and venality. They are not like revenge, hot red pokers. Jealousy, with its long snoot. Sloth, killing me softly with its lips. Vanity—dynamite in a vise. Lust racing across the mud...

Suzi Kaplan Olmsted

Spring bursting in strawberry juice down my chin While on the TV reality jail show a blond with a model’s bone structure And over-plucked brows is released from men’s jail to the streets Early dawn with no money and...