June 4, 2024
On Extraction Extinction Poems
The Kenyon Review · Schmidt – On Extraction the new Age of Extinctions is now says the silence-that-precedes — you know not what you are entering, a time beyond belief. Who is […]
June 3, 2024
The Lonely Mountain
1. My ex-boyfriend Somchai wasn’t planning on sharing his HIV test results the night I visited him twenty-five years ago. He was in bed watching the news at the home […]
June 3, 2024
Doomscrolling
My mother’s ceramic hands collected anything that breaks laced as a condor’s egg :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::In the article, barrels of DDT tumor the floor between my coast and Catalina ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: In the […]
June 3, 2024
Next Year’s Records Break Again
the line between given and self-inflicted. Bract-scales once more widen their mouths, letting their dry tongues unswallow too much of themselves. The memory of our shared days passed as seeds […]
June 3, 2024
HATS & BATS
It was boiling hot all week and my blood was boiling too. Everyone’s was we were all alive with sex and anger. Even at night the heat was too much […]
June 3, 2024
The Tortoise and the Tortoise
By this time, the world had been exhausted, eaten and eaten. All its creatures had been tucked in, and the land was at rest. The hills breathed. The tender hands […]
June 3, 2024
Panama
The future can’t be predicted but it can be envisioned and brought lovingly into being. Systems can’t be controlled but they can be designed, and redesigned. — Donella Meadows Thomas made […]
June 3, 2024
Cavalcade
At the end it is as if we slip off one robe | only then | to slip on another offers | a commentator trees bare themselves | at least […]
May 31, 2024
King’s Syria
windows blown out in each of seven roomswhatever could be thrown was thrown to hurt —burned joists, elbows stuck like spokes from bodies skinned umbrellas, barrel-bomb cocktail stormsdummy doll eyes — plaintive nights, […]
May 31, 2024
Deh Bala Wedding
It wasn’t inevitable, not fated, crystalline nor sepia as the dream of perpetually falling knives like raindrops — being one-half large cleaver, being one-half perfectly eviscerating. It never had to happen how, […]
May 31, 2024
Break the Line
The Kenyon Review · “Break The Line” by Anthony Tognazzini Keep to the right, Riel Fares, and take your place in line. Do not break the line. Do not befriend […]