Fourth Movement I was a man with one cow,one cow and no wife. I was a manwith clean shirts and no wife and one cow.I had strong shoes, pants with no knees.I had a bed. I was a man who sleptwithout his shoes, dreaming of one wifeand two cows. My shirts, which I did notwear…
Approaching the deepest, wildest terrain of this editorial process, mid-correspondence with many of the writers whose work appears here, I opened a pivotal email. A poet asked whether I was seeking work around a particular theme. I replied: “I’m looking for poems in which structure and meaning are so tightly woven they can’t be separated—structure…
For flowers that heal watercolor purple TyrianDesire that possesses you sugar in the raw Naturally fond of morning star evening starWhenever Venus comes to upper purple register I feel you do you feel me electrically hereIn a rose vine room imaginary couple Reader writer reader I wish for you playJoy and a way to move…
Zach loves to sing Hi-ho, the derry-o, Obama in the dell.So charmed am I, I don’t correct him, conjuring upthe president standing in a lush nursery rhyme valley,meeting Michelle. Obama takes a wife. Then they are offto kids and cows, dogs and mice, a totally different life. A few years later, Zach’s little brother Alex begs to beDonald…
At the Bronx Zoo Everyone mentions them in the same breath,lions and tigers. How strange, then, to seethey are more different than anyone guessed:based on the two we were lucky to see,lions bask lazily in the same spothour after hour, not afraid to be spotted,scrutinized, photographed, chattered about,in contrast to tigers, who stride through the…
Here is my shapeless dignity—the dark loves anything with a shadow.Sweeping. A pile of fallen leaves.I love the night’s genderless hands. The dark loves anything with a shadow.I’ve never known where the water is sourced.I love the night’s genderless hands. It canbe a shock to drink from an underground spring. I’ve never known where the…
Allison’s mother’s favorite piece of advice was “Be nice to people who aren’t obviously useful to you.” One doesn’t need religion to understand that, Allison thought, but she didn’t follow the advice. Her mother said the Torah was there in case of emergency. “In case of emergency, break glass.” It was funny to hear her…
Sometimes I’m a little birdflying under the sassafrastree—strange planthas three kinds of Leaves—Simple, Mitten, and three-fingeredGlove—last year they chopped you down Sassafras I thought you Dead / stump ground downto nothing / now I lay that yellow birdunderneath—found she needed sassafrasto cure her aching head, fingeredand tearful lying on a floor of leavesas if she…
We put allour eggs in onebasket case—a guywho is one egg short ofan omelet. Everyone aroundhim walks on eggshells and no onedares say he has egg on his face. You’vegot to break a few eggheads to make an omelet,he blurts. His cabinet eggs him on, remindinghim of talking points—life starts as soon as spermhits an egg….
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