By Norman Finkelstein
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- By Anni LiuNotice the theme of floating, our volunteer guide says, pointing to the light gray exterior walls. We…
- By Casey ThayerNearly asleep again in my arms after hunger
woke her in the middle of the night,
my daughter discovers… - By Ange MlinkoThe hotel showers were splendidly profligate.
The aqueduct that fed the big
fountains down the street… - By Biswamit DwibedyThese are all ancient names of what you will once call home.
The shape of the fire altar is independent… - By Ed Roberson1. what the chicago window was for
mainly light.
the supporting function
on the sides opens to let… - By John AshberyImpatient as we were for all of them to join us,
The land had not yet risen into view: gulls had swept… - By Reginald GibbonsWhere moonlight angles
through the east-west streets,
down among the old
for America
tall buildings … - By Stephen SandySewn straw, exact pattern. Fields of rice-sprigs
evenly set, a mile of herringbone tweed.
The town, … - By Terese SvobodaThe jay streaks through the lilacs
in color clash.
I note down: Invent
outdoor birdswing
so birds drunk… - By Orlando WhiteI place a black cloth the size of a dot over his head. Wrap his entire miniscule body
with a thread … - By Orlando WhiteA sound-loop hangs from the white gallows of the page:
letter j strung up,
the crook of her foot postmortem… - By Orlando WhiteUnder diagram of a letter-less paragraph,
block white. Silent quadrates, grid imperceptible
where… - By Cecilia VicuñaStairs & rites
not for the foot
The building
thinks
Angular rock
Green skyscraper
Black ziggurat… - By Rae Armantrout1
About can mean near
or nearly.
A book can be about something
or I can be about
to do a thing
… - By T. R. HummerAlong a derelict railroad, abandoned machinery takes
its last tour of duty toward rust. Another town… - By Valerie MartínezSeaside, and the fragment of one running—
calves, ribs, green eyes into water.
There he goes. Waves.… - By Lawson Fusao InadaFrom a distance, at night, they seem to be
industries—all lit up but not on the map;
or, in this scientific… - By Gerard MalangaHow tired are you? How benevolent the cause
for those slim, aching moments of blinding obscurity,
and…