Poetry

Never Mind the Wasp In a new collection of poetry, Stephen Zerance explores how we respond to danger, risk & fear by Noah Stetzer "I’m a danger...

San Francisco General The final time I looked into your eyes they were in a urine cup three floors down. I hope the old gods slipped turquoise in your...

The Good Fight Round after round, Pound after pound. Gotta get up, Can’t stay down. The fight is on, The curtains never drawn. Arms are heavy, Legs are weak, Oh my god, it’s...

Untitled, After Rukeyser I lived in the century after the war. I’d go out on the street after events where we stood on the stage one by...

All I Know to Do Now even the numbers have no meaning for me metaphors like stars snuff out  Oh I care but I repeat myself the chanting  the banners the...

  Mariological Recitative of Mystical Pharmacology                                                                                                                         —Joseph F. Delgado Joseph F. Delgado is a former professor of Spanish literature and linguistics at the universities of Minnesota, Puerto...

Why We Dance Because we do the electric slide into the clinic to the tune of crying babies. Because every day we fox trot in and...

Tartara, The Prince of Dance Harsh. Fierce. What was it about perfection? Why the constant movement Nureyev? Why the wings? Why the sad longing? Yes, the boys...

Erosion As you die, a withering monument, I gather you pore by pore into my arms. Collect you and rock the crown of your offering—night sweats, your thinning frame, you...

May All Your Dreams Be in Color In the hospital I find you in more places, fitting your shadow into the empty sockets of wallspace that my...