By David Roderick
I wear a flower in my lapel.
I like the sweetness of its lie in my nose.
A carnation, the fool’s flower…
I like the sweetness of its lie in my nose.
A carnation, the fool’s flower…
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- By Maurya SimonDelirium in the downtown mall today:
Burt Reynolds! All the henna-haired girls
sneer, while their mothers… - By Solmaz SharifEverywhere we went, I went
in pigtails
no one could see—
ribbon curled
by a scissor’s sharp edge,
the… - By David TaitA week of autumn snow, and today the sun,
the buildings fizzy with melting, the beggar
draping his sheets… - By Sara Abou RashedWhen I die,
bury me in the sky—
no one is fighting over it.
Children are playing soccer
with empty … - By Kevin YoungThe heart, it hoards—
how I know this—
The small, strangled
shining room Keats lost
his life in—and… - By Norman FinkelsteinI have built a machine to visit the stars.
I have built a machine to outlast the stars.
There is a glass… - By Leslie Contreras SchwartzA body must remind itself
to keep living, continually,
throughout the day.
Even at night while sleeping… - By Noa Micaela FieldsIn other sounds
E wants a mother
[unclear] I hear
bad. Trachea,
trace—translate
[hiss] chase
meaning… - By Austin SegrestI ran across the street, I didn’t know any better.
Ran out in the street, I didn’t know no better.
I… - By Philip Good & Bernadette Mayeramaryllis comes in many flavors
snow sometimes slants
when will politics make improvements?
strawberry… - By Hieu Minh NguyenPast the congested interstate, past the long lines
outside the Dorothy Day Center, past the cheering… - By Nathan SpoonHere comes rain on our roof!
It stays just long enough
to tickle me into writing this.
It stays just… - By Martha SilanoBecause it changes O’Hare to o hate,
o hate, o hate — over and over, no matter
how many times I retype… - By Ashleigh YoungWhat song will they play if I don’t come home tonight?
I wished someone would write a song for me, then… - By Vincent O’SullivanI’m in charge of a cage. I know those that won’t.
I don’t mean can’t. Just won’t. There’s a roster
for… - By Sandra McPhersonA girl moaning: I don’t
understand
“Wave.”
You said, Maybe
you should try
selected whitecaps.
I saw… - By Mario ChardSay they still
tie ropes to the caskets
of immigrants they find
in the desert. That a rope
saves time… - ByOnce, there was a year where every romance
had fangs. It was hard to open up a novel
without a vampire… - By Natalie Scenters-ZapicoI was so thirsty, you cracked
an egg into my mouth. I ate it
& thanked you. We were so
rich then. I…