Poetry
Poetry
Einstein postulated that space and time sit neatly on the same fabric
Poem of the Week
The letters combine into words that resurrect the beloved every time.
Poetry
Fearing for them, I clustered them together, then cut them off.
Poetry
Nothing holds the universe together; nothing is the secret force.
Poetry
How many gods do you believe in?
How many good men?
Poem of the Week
She’s not the same, her body more naked in its aging, its disorder.
Poem of the Week
my grandparents lay in a room listening to their legs rub together
Poetry
Mostly, though, you could turn them in your hand, hold them to your nose.
Poem of the Week
You come hot, marching between one blazing Arab & one crazy Jew.
Poem of the Week
Two animals, doe-eyed, slick across the road into the femur of the night.
Poetry
She takes her shirt at the waist and pulls it up slowly: her hips, belly, bra.
Poetry
If party isn’t what we set out to do then you should go home.
Poem of the Week
Today is my favorite kind of day. Night opens, light concedes.
Poem of the Week
If I had known I would have saved the abacus from the fire.
Poetry
Some asshole on a joyride in the outback runs her down, the emu.
Poem of the Week
Once upon a time, a couple wandered in a glass forest, hand in hand.
Poetry
There are only two genders! Ma cries there is one sun, one moon.
Poetry
Relief workers tore swaths of insulation from the rafters of the house.
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our hands are full of those women tricked or transformed.
Poem of the Week
Is it that he is too tired or too afraid to blink into the oil of his own machine?
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Everything rushes in. Everything that ever drove me crazy with dumb hope, every letdown.
Poetry
What if it does choose, the egg, I mean, her favorite spermatozoon.
Poem of the Week
Coil of metal, coin of wood, two-headed and soft in the middle.
Poetry
I arrange your five deflating basketballs under the lonely net.
Poem of the Week
Outside, pears swathed in socks ripened, protected from birds.
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Eros, myth, life, and literature in brilliant paintings by Lincoln Perry.
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I light fires in the dark wake of space where you have tarried. Or died.
Poem of the Week
I eat what’s in front of me, as all great men do. Some wouldn’t, but I do.
Poem of the Week
The birds have all flown to Mars for water and Crisco and red.
