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PoetryDaffodil Spikes and Tulip Skewers
We carefully handle our sub-zero Winter secrets. But like last year, they begin to dissipate from consciousness until, like barren tree limbs, we forget…
PoetryUnit 6
A couple of Bath Salts addicts moved in upstairs. Each night, the entire building can hear 'em eating each other's faces.
PoetryThe astronaut
The astronaut the man in the threadbare tweed says he’s laying low right now, coasting through, baby, paying off a few invisible debts to…
PoetryScooter
held between his ankles, very bright orange t-shirt, plaid shorts I glance at him from the till. Don't know which suits me. I ask…
PoetryTheir thoughts move out of their bodies
A man lays his hand on a woman. He sees through her eyes the golden-breasted songbird. The woman looks on the man and she…
PoetryKarin Dreijer Andersson
we hung around Gothenburg for five months or so renting out an expensive apartment on Vingalandsgatan with a fabulous panoramic view over the Gothia…
Art, PoetryThe Arena of Aesthetic Elaboration
i never write to be read, i've always said. it was never a considered decision to hide my notebooks and scribbles from you unless…
PoetryLast Year’s Census
Eventually, we stop counting; the final bird of prey rips out the throat of the penultimate field mouse and dies soon after. Beyond its…
Poetrysurvivors
one day a year the sky turns violet motorcycle exhaust floats up and dissolves against a hard sun they rev their engines until their…
Poetry, ReadingsA Messiah Morning
Poem read by by Soodabeh Saeidnia in the Farsi translation she created: https://soundcloud.com/soodabeh-saeidnia/a-messiah-morning This is one of four Silent Lotus poems included in the bilingual anthology Persian Sugar in…
PoetryCurating Dust in Digital Times
My mind is a musty record crate. Schlepped around. Only exposed to monthly swap meets, and nostalgic nights. Brush decades of debris from my…