By Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Not an optimist. I lie awake at night and say the name
of everyone on the block and for three blocks …
of everyone on the block and for three blocks …
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- By Cynthia CruzCome with me.
If there is a world.
Animal, mineral
Sticky star
Formed of silver
Crystal globs
In the form … - By Sharon LinThe woman claimed she was Chinese at birth. She was not Chinese.I am not Chinese but I look the part…
- By Sharon LinI prefer the way I feel
in the old country
someone tweeted. Timeline of nations
to nations. I mean
something… - By Anne HalseyA professional woman
twenty-seven years old
is a state of mind.
Three or four years’
preparation for self… - By Kevin PruferAn antique spacesuit with a skeleton inside it.
For many years, it has circled the earth.
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Sometimes… - By Kevin PruferThe sprayed cockroach doesn’t know
it’s already dead.
It’ll scratch around
behind the refrigerator
while… - By Shann RayI .
seated at a table for two inside Caffè Florian Venice
in the room of illustrious men
what are we but… - By Pierre JorisYou should, once I’m gone, mourn only as long
as you hear the bell, the dark one, from the tower;
as long… - By Pierre Joriswake up in pre-
dawn Brooklyn,
make water, heat water, squeeze
lemon, crush home-grown (at Joseph’s
on 68th… - By Rajiv MohabirYou took me in the sun
to your home-
town, to the tidal marsh, to the bridge
where you jump
into… - By Raymond AntrobusMy phone memory is full
of canvases I have cried in front of—
circles, holes—
Shadows on water.
___… - By Malika Bookeri.
But Noah found grace in the eyes of the lord
and thus formed the habit of my non-naming,
there … - By Nii Ayikwei ParkesSome mid days, blank moments in loud
gatherings when I fall from the conversations’
sweetening threads… - By Momtaza MehriWoke up from a long nap and I deserved it.
Stared at the ceiling. Half-dreaming
my dead grandfather’s … - By Roger RobinsonUnder the billowing heat of the white
tarpaulin church tent, my mother lowered
her worshipping hands and… - By Keith JarrettI’d bump into them in the hallway at night
when I tiptoed down to fetch apple juice.
Sometimes they would… - By Thembe Mvulaon the ride home from the fado bar,
uber driver repeats is the music okay?
i glance at the man rated 4… - By Courtney Conradone of twelve, your sisters’ favorite
and nightmare. Your forearm, an interceptor
for knives aimed at … - By Eleni Sikelianos & Courtney StephensDownload the descriptive transcript Asklepius: the god of medicine.
Asklepius had a daughter who was…