Poetry

I’ve come for you, cushion-soft instead of being wrapped, we’re loose salt and spray / solid and shadow at once a frame brightens lime when one of...

  Image: "Black Hole Image Makes History" NASA Goddard Space Flight Center Photostream, licensed under CC 2.0.   Michael Leach: I was inspired to write the poem ‘Black...

You gave me your wildest no. Thank you, I said. I will keep it forever. I will put it in a little box and carry it across rivers on...

Before everything shut down, we took a walk         through the fish, immune     inside their walls.           ...

We can swim here— only fish and shells to glide with, a full alternate below-world. A single language where breath and tears are invisible, muted darkness making us all blind. There is...

In the study of comparative trauma, it is important to ask how much have you suffered, and is it enough? Hello, are you still breathing? No, this is...

He uses your full first name right from the start, and you let him because neither of you intends to stay: he'll go home and so will...

In the last days, we press our dirty bodies together A new kind of prayer—and I am asking you To be honest with me, I am asking...

On my walk I notice a hint of yellow on the arched branches of forsythia that grow over an old rock wall— the stones handpicked for fit not...

Quarry houses like napping men flanked us. We were born on the day of other births, many other births. Inside the train tracks were the sounds...

  Image: "Bone Puzzle" by Carl, licensed under CC 2.0.

Glimmer on the sidewalk August grit smells of old hotdog water pigeons bathing in fountains children running into fountains shimmying up fire-escapes and this whole damn apple wavy with summer stank and...