To receive the newsletter, SIGN UP
For premium content and the print edition, SUBSCRIBE
Advertisement

Mass Quarantine as Aquarium

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

Duologue with the Pandemic

                                after Xavier Villaurrutia [first day ] No one home. In the...

Anthropomobscene

     ...quand il n'y a plus rien à retrancher. Terre des Hommes Accommodation. Once we’d learned to spell it, found a pleasant sphere for an extended...

Spiders on the Hancock

Steady at their webs on the brilliant edge, Chicago spiders range outside the windows across the 94th floor, at every vantage their dedicated tensile silks arrayed upon the...

We Have Permission

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...

The First Morning of Quarantine

we are standing feet apart between thorny rose vines, some potted sapling trees. A child, unaware the rules, breathes in, chokes out, weaving too close to...

Slight of Hand

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...

The Last Days

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...

Four Poems by Charles Bernstein

Loose Lips Lift All Slips It wasn’t so long ago and then it was. Sliding till you hit false bottom, wrestling metaphor for sleep. It wasn’t so long and then...

8th Day

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

How Lonely Sat the Town

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...

Dispatch

I lived on eggshells once, with my lover. I ate eggs for every meal. Listen, the lake keeps chipping into white glass. I do my best,...