After Lana Del Rey Our lives wouldn’t need to be sweet if we could be chaste, and solitary, and feel complete. We could stay safe in our homes, and […]
Read MoreGenre: Poetry
Naive Dark blue clouds dot a pale blue sky in that false way that signifies beauty. My brain topples over like the red brick house in my hometown: there […]
Read MoreExcept More conscious each day of each everyday, I pray I will release them more easily than I released the kind of loving that is only returned […]
Read MoreFirst Epitaph & VIII, translated from the Spanish by Jesse Lee Kercheval and Jeannine Marie Pitas
First Epitaph And if it weren’t for this cold night of barking, and if it weren’t for the jarring smoke of the cigar, if it weren’t for the darkness […]
Read MoreAs a Jewl of Gold in a Swine’s Snout Examination of Ann Pudeator, Murthering Midwiffe—July 2, 1692 Birth is a resky acte froght w’th apprehenson. I have bond this […]
Read Morewyoming in this episode i play a springboard diver in a slick production selling flight. despite many vertical rips—no splash, sleek mane when surfacing—they want another take. works […]
Read MoreSomeday I’ll Love Leila Chatti after Frank O’Hara, et al. Take heart—the lilacs are yours as much as anyone’s; you need never audition for spring. What delights delights in […]
Read MoreThe Weathers 1. To us children, the small hotel garden was filled with effects, but not causes. Overhead, petals falling, or leaves spaced perfectly— if we […]
Read MoreIn ALABAMA I ran across a park so green: the trees green, the sky green, the river green, the houses green, & the little dog barked a green mean thing. […]
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