In Which I hate My Bones: Poetry by Ajay Sawant

In Which I hate My Bones Bones like sticks, calcite rolls, bones underneath intolerant skin and loose muscles, bones made of stones, like transparent lamenting through years of...

Punch Line: Poetry by Nancy Whitecar

Punch Line Two interns stood outside my brother’s hospital room and thrust words at us in ill-practiced affectation. “He—is—dead.” Laughter, as they turned down the hall. Just before, visitors crowded around pizza delivered...

Zoe Leonard at the Whitney: Poetry by Shari Caplan

Zoe Leonard at the Whitney Zoe Leonard mends oranges for her friends underground, who drink the nectar of the dead, who haze the newbies and crack up...

The Blood Husband: David Mohan: Poetry Award

The Blood Husband That first time we knew by the three spots of blood left in the snow outside your apartment, the style of night sky up above us... Drunk, we...

Buried Memories: Poetry by Robert Carr

Robert Carr is the author of Amaranth, published in 2016 by Indolent Books, and The Unbuttoned Eye, a full-length 2019 collection from 3: A...

Song of the First Men: Poetry by Shaun Hill

Song of the First Men I board a bus to the city beneath the tunnels under train-lines, pass the chapel of chapped brick and drop down in the...

Golden Shovel for Arthur Russell: Poetry by Harry Hoy

Golden Shovel for Arthur Russell My cello sits in the corner collecting dust. This could be embarrassing but the fine layer of rosin and mite is invisible...

For Larry Kramer: Poetry by Hank Trout

For Larry Kramer by Hank Trout A plague! It’s a plague! Forty million infections is a fucking plague Larry gripped the podium like a life raft He leaned toward the...

Signs of Madness: Poetry by Tim Dlugos

Tim’s poems appeared in early issues of A&U. One of them, “Signs of Madness,” shows as much of Tim’s experience of AIDS, as it...

The Police Arrest Me Restocking ARVs: Poetry by Akpa Arinzechukwu

The Police Arrest Me Restocking ARVs I will never let no man nor God weep for me anymore. Let the pity end where my saliva lands. At night...

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