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Coupling

Somewhere between a spring-like winter and a winter-like spring,   I lost you, lost you even as you strolled beside me. Over clams and calamari   at The Little Owl,...

Poem Beginning in the Body and Ending in a Landscape

Partly wreckage See Left leg Not going as the leg once went Not light The way the light once went Before the light went dim And a field grew out of...

Narcissus

My father moved out of her house without warning as daffodil stems were throwing off bells, as the bells of the church down the street kept...

Siluetas/Silhouettes

after Ana Mendieta i. I’ll return in blood-paint. Santa Muerte, goddess of death, my body imprinted on a sheet in a fissured portal, Candlewood branches arcing at my feet. ii. My art, my sex enraged...

Kim Stafford: Two Poems on Trump’s Inauguration

Inauguration Day, 2017   The new patriot is a listener. The new citizen talks to strangers. The new continental congress convenes at bus stops, taverns and cafes, parking lots where...

SALIVA TERRACADE

Your tongue is lightweight Like ceramic tiles While you lick Your lover in order to Build a saliva-based Terracade You may be Shane Henrik, Australian, Architect, building Your cubistic blocks But Picasso beats You to...

G. Industries Airblown Inflatable Hunting Snowman

How comforting to be attached To a little pump humming up the bill.   Low-voltage, guy-wired, Standing with a long gun.   Bloused in camo, staked, tethered, Blown into the visible—   Awake but not alone. How comforting...

HOW TO COME BACK TO EARTH

On the 30th anniversary of the Challenger explosion, NPR interviews one of the scientists who failed to persuade NASA officials that launching the space...

from The Sea Ranch

Jared Stanley: One thing I can say about The Sea Ranch is this: despite everything, a poem can be an earthly paradise – and...

Tattoo

Originally I wanted a tattoo of my tattoo artist giving me the tattoo itself but he said “boundaries” and demanded I peruse the tattoo photographs cascading down his...

Note from Management

Please, remember to leave the poem the way you found it. Photo "Memo" by Michael Cory ; licensed under CC BY 2.0

Will You Line Up the Children?

For pigtails, balance beams, cracks to break your mother’s back. Everything, lines. I wrote loops, not over and over but forward and forward and my line...