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...
Reaching Past Silence: Poetry by Joe Babcock
Reaching Past Silence
It was the summer we had to be smaller
than towns where boys with pretty smiles
get their teeth knocked out.
To be blood brothers...
The Merchant of Grief: Poetry by Walter Holland
The Merchant of Grief
He does not do so willingly nor does he set the price,
His are meager things to collect,
things which others would neglect....
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