All I Know to Do: Poetry by Christopher Hewitt

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...

The Good Fight: Poetry by Joey Amaral

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...

Robert Carr: Writer & Advocate

"Who Are Your Dead?" Robert Carr Talks to A&U’s Noah Stetzer About His New Poetry Collection, The Unbuttoned Eye “Who are your dead?” Asked and answered in...

Tartara, The Prince of Dance: Poetry by Joy Gaines-Friedler

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...

Why We Dance: Poetry by Terry M. Dugan

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...

Man Made Out of…: Poems by Nathaniel Rosenthalis

Man Made Out of Medical Institution after Brendan Fernandes’ “In PrEP We Trust” A blue field I in a blue shirt see two other men in different blue shirts walk away then...

Caroling at St. Vincent’s, 1986: Poetry by Marcia Pelletiere

Caroling at St. Vincent's, 1986 So typical of the sick, for years, my mind bent over microscopes, brooding for the millionth time about my injury. But now and...

Mariological Recitative of Mystical Pharmacology: Poetry by Joseph F. Delgado

  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...

Copper blue carrier protein: Poetry by Monica Carroll

Copper blue carrier protein —Monica Carroll Monica Carroll writes speculative poetry about the possibilities of health breakthroughs and barriers. She holds a PhD in philosophy and...

Erosion: Poetry by Phillip Brian Williams

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...

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