Poetry
Poem of the Week
Too bad there is no oil between her legs that 4-year-old Muslim girl.
Poem of the Week
I’m the one with the most crumbs, little bits of salad or fudge.
Poem of the Week
Creating so many mail merges, loading ink, unjamming paper.
Poem of the Week
Be glad the numbness in your legs isn’t reading on your face.
Poem of the Week
I saw Baryshnikov twice. Heard Pavarotti, Marsalis, and Ma.
Poem of the Week
A boy who makes dinosaurs from blue clay, each one with three hearts.
Poem of the Week
Our father turned to me and said, Why does he sound like a girl.
Poetry
I fell asleep wondering to whom the tree might have been writing.
Poem of the Week
Death is a home unseen by the side of the road, the rifle barrel aimed.
Poem of the Week
When I see buffaloes run I think of love—how it is held.
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I will rehearse loss until I feel it coming. Until it’s real.
Poetry
We ate and then made love, the windows open to deafening twilight.
Poetry
The exurban dream of it all, to enter is to have the ability to exit.
Poem of the Week
Are you there? I couldn’t tell you about the time I saw the deer.
Poetry
No one tells you what it sounds like out in the streets when bullets clang.
Poem of the Week
The purpose of all rules of piety is to extend revelation into ordinary life.
Poem of the Week
I am wet with circuitry. And I doubt I could ever save anyone.
Poem of the Week
On her tongue was a wick and her body was invented a nation of lice.
Poem of the Week
For years, all we showed her for her pains were two deaf ears.
Poem of the Week
Tear-streaked mascara, mascara-stained cheeks: a cataract of woe.
Poem of the Week
Complicity can crease the tongue back on itself like an origami dog.
Poem of the Week
I’m the shrunken dead like them, here, greening the sky’s bluer potion.
Poetry
Now the mulch has come between us seven turns, I’ve grown dramatic.
Poetry
On the anniversary of your death, a memory sharpens, as if illuminated.
Poem of the Week
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo’s cry.
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