Poetry

For she is the servant of the Living God, and worships in her way.

Injun, by Jordan Abel. Talonbooks, Vancouver, B.C., Canada. $16.95 (Canada/U.S.) The atrocities inflicted on the indigenous peoples of the Americas through the centuries are well-documented...

Introduction The other day, my son and I were sitting on the couch in my sunroom, watching the traffic outside, when a hearse, leading a...

Palimpsest: a manuscript rubbed smooth so it can be used again, with traces of the original showing through. Dina Hardy created the poem below by...

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,...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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