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‘The Swimmers’ by Edward Hirsch
We warbled on the muddy banks and waded up to our throats in the Delaware River, talking about Ovid washing himself in the Black Sea…
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‘The Truth’ by Natasha Rao
I am only kind to my fatherin poems he will never read. I try to imagine him small the way my grandmother tells it: patient,…
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Artificers
The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.” Jean Baudrillard, from Cool Memories, October 1983
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Midland Park
Blue jay share my cheer follow me large loud seven forty seven orthodoxy immune to ignorance enough to fall through minkowski space in the margins alongside excrescence…
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Drum Machines & Glockenspiel
My son’s eyes roll back he falls asleep the moment i hold his hand that fetid fabric leaping my hand in his head draped over…
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The Cooper’s Hawk
We slash the belly of the congested first line of this chapel perilous and out pours a nonsensical unburdening saturated in bad wifi appears in…
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8952
No one records my ad infinitum what i am trying to pull away what permits my materiality pins down my tongue my captors fly silk…
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‘Molecules’ by Kate Daniels
Whether it’s true or not, that all our molecules replace themselves each seven years, his body seems halfway new again, one year into sobriety. I…
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‘Whoever You Are Holding Me Now In Hand’ by Walt Whitman
Whoever you are holding me now in hand,Without one thing all will be useless,I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,I am not…
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