Tishani Doshi, “When I Was Still a Poet”
When I was still a poet I used to dream of rivers—I would like to be dreaming of rivers right now, instead of floating from insecurity to insecurity, wondering ...
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Jean Follain, “Buying”
Elixir—the word just sounds tempting, I guess. I dunno, as it also sounds like a cough syrup brand. Still, it does no good not to hope. Maybe it wouldn’t ...
Carol Snow, “In”
I regret not introducing you—okay, I gotta be honest, myself—to more diverse forms of art. Experimental forms force me to be more free with my thinking. More as...
Sappho, “And I said / I shall burn…”; Xenophon, Memorabilia III.11
The willingness to make a sacrifice—And I said / I shall burn—is an attempt to bribe the gods. I assume the fat thigh-bones of a white she-goat would be set afl...
Paul Muldoon, “Apple Slump”
Associations slump upon each other like apples about to waste. Even in reading, decisions must be made or a sense—perhaps a feeling—is lost. My anxiety lies in ...