Eileen Cleary’s 2 a.m. with Keats | Friday Pick
A. N. DeJesús
A different me is silhouetted in the lit windows of every house I drive // past – me: reading a book, me: making dinner, me: alone staring back.
Lucy Tunstall
It was growing dark in the garden. I felt, suddenly, enormous, as vast as the night. I could see all the way to California, where two little girls dragged their unwheeled suitcases through a cavernous airport
Radka Thea Otípková
I am waiting for you. Part of my wall / will need to go to get you in. It will / never heal. This is how they’ll find me, / small, perfunctory, unfit for a king, but / I’ll hold it all
Genta Nishku
We moved along, discussing this injustice. It was small in the larger scope of the war, and all-consuming for one woman
Interview with Atomic Culture: Mateo & Malinda Galindo
ATOMIC CULTURE is a curatorial platform founded by Mateo Galindo and Malinda Galindo. They collaborate with artists on site-specific projects that reimagine the outlook of our cities.
Patricia Zylius
Women love to dance with him, my mother said. / He’s so easy to follow. But those women / never had to clench against his slaps and rages.
Petra Hůlová
After the Interior Ministry basement, the second place Rita bombed was a plastic surgery clinic, without hesitation, and I say without hesitation because she blew it up just three days after the ministry.
Sarah Rose Haughn
Unlike other vehicles, not once does the man ever slow or stop to offer a ride. Not once must the dog shift from the front-seat view of the road’s horizon to share space with the children they pass.