Cynthia Cruz

Cynthia Cruz

  DRIVEN     The boat of death moves soundlessly Across the room. Then the terrible gift: The white veils lowering Slowly...
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Amy Gerstler

Amy Gerstler

I pet baby mammoth’s roasted / hide, unfold hairy ear-flap still / stuck to skull and whisper into it. / Later, take chips of burnt sticks, / spit, plus mammoth fat, mix / in cup of hand and use paste / make to sketch young mammoth / on shadow wall. /

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Ocean Vuong

Suppose you do change your life. / & the body is more than / a portion of night—sealed / with bruises. Suppose you woke // & found your shadow replaced / by a black wolf.

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Ryan Van Winkle

a bird flew / into our bedroom window // like a heavy book / dropped in the dark // part of a library. Not a crack / appeared in your eyes but this // lingers in me like that dream / when we were in bed and you // spoke with Her mouth / at my shivering dick...

Woman with Striped Blouse by Bobbi Lurie

Bobbi Lurie

Back home in Wisconsin, my kids are staying with their father. Whether they are playing with him or not is hard for me to say. He told me he needed time for the kids to grow on him again. I didn't even want to venture a guess as to how long that might take.

Bradley Paul

Bradley Paul

I’m rooting for Belgium / because of their fries. / No, I’m rooting for Slovenia / because of their statues of poets. / No, I’m rooting for Deutschland / because of käsekuchen. / No, I’m rooting for Italy / because Il Corriere loves American TV. ....

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Chard DeNiord

I fell with nothing to / slow my fall except my / body. Enough to save / me for now, I thought / in the blue from which / my second thoughts / emerged as true.

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