Rethink.

State of a Nation (from Slaves to do these Things; also found at Verse Daily) Amy King The actor is a second life of people drawn on the achievable with fiction. The characters are fleeting when an actor’s flame blows the shortest immortality. As a result, great achievements are limited to audience. But the audience …

The Always Song (from Slaves to Do These Things) Amy King The month is April. Writing from an old house in front of a prairie and a forest whose name walks through tall brown grass, I could say much about the part of not knowing, its aisles of tracks and traps, temptations that charm with …

Ivywall of Sparrows (from MiPOesias) Amy King for Rob Davis I missed you at the coffee shop before sunrise, so I went along with a to-go in hand all the way to Clinton and Jerolemon, where the subway juts up from the earth’s eye socket, & from the corner of my own, I twisted toward …

Calling all agents (from amy king’s alias) Amy King When they come unexpected, love and letters unsettle as if to blow penciled hues that prick the pupils of one who scans a dying horizon for wooden branches of floral text. Hold out the web of your impulse; turn what stands before you to Braille. A …

I’ve Opted for a Heart This Mid-November Morn (from Big Bridge) Amy King How to find ivory’s antecedent among these drifts of snow, restore the clover to its buried frozen form? And what about the girl with loneliness, her lush medium dressed in birds? Inside the dress embraces a range of mercurial gazes, an advanced …

A Solution to Science, In Part Amy King The thin portrayals were leaving me parched, and time was the only game the children bothered to fill the streets with anymore. A disappearing ink fell upon us, even with our blotters at the ready, so that not all hours passed into clouds of shortening shadows; the …