That Blue
One day after the eternal winter, […]
I know what you’re looking for, standing there, […]
Infant Ornette Coleman heard everyone speaking at once. […]
My sexual orientation is November, Morrissey, and Maundy Thursday. It is the toes of […]
Tattoo’d & ruby-lipped, she shows […]
Li Bai,
As you wandered in exile, did you hear the acrosswater call of the pipa […]
(Ukrainian word for the sound of wind in trees)
Russified, having lost its original meaning, […]
It had lived for years in a space no thicker than a dime, (…)
What I took to be true love turned out to be a tattered paper doily. […]
• Wait before purchase because rage may subside, […]
I wasn’t always like this. As a girl, I loved […]
My nephew, may his wildest dreams come true, […]
First from his master who had […]
In a seagrass meadow, a male seahorse […]
I’m fifteen years old, and halfway through our delicious
History
His travel grant came through, so where should he go?
Table and chairs; sofa, ottoman, mattress; […]
Even if you hadn’t cracked a hundred homers…
Once meant a line of demarcation so clear…
Right up front, this must be said: we hope we’re wrong….
Henny Youngman, a nightclub and TV star from the golden age of comedy…
My jack-o’-lantern bloomed with mold. …
the villas, sister, are all empty—on a spring ray, like on a spit…
Which is to say I imagine the tapes like […]
Severity and invention—
how the v’s in the middle of those words yoke together
If you listen to the love-calls of birds as you walk […]
When I saunter to the mailbox in miserable sun, […]
“When I see the weather/ turning cold/ and starting to freeze/ and the trees going bare/ and winter coming… .”
I am awake between two sleeping people […]
A winter sky darkens above Swift River; […]
As if walking the Old Town of Kraków […]
My peacock is strutting on the deck again. […]
[In Dante, ‘contrapasso’ refers to the idea that a given punishment in Hell should symbolically represent the sins committed]
The sun came to me and wanted my friendship. […]
“Our thread is cut like that.” My loose translation […]
My father put what he wanted to buy on the drugstore […]
Just as children scrawl self-portraits […]
Virgin of Harvard Square, gendering grace, […]