The CompanySigman ByrdWe believed in the company as permanent gravity,as sacrament（圣礼）, and got the job done.We were given the memo about getting it d...
Invocation, and a Sort of LullabyJonathan Weinert ~Bills unpaid, and half the rent, the babyPleistocene with borrowed heat,I sing. No one coaxes（哄骗）o...
Let Goldfinches Fly Out of YellowMeredith Strickerwild mustardlet the sun rotate as though seeming to circle the earthlet rain fall into storm culvert...
The End of the WorldMeredith Strickerhas already happenedis happeninghere it iswhat to provenothinghere it isno otherthanthe small coiled（盘绕的） teethof...
CatalpaPaul MarianiIn the patch-bright shadow of the flowering catalpa（梓树）,limbs loam-streaked from struggling with the narrowplank & cranky barro...
In the torso of a great windstormClaire Kelly Odds and Ends, 1939The wind makes everything alive.Without movement a subject is dead. Just look!...
Mouth: To SayLisa AmplemanTo say a word, we put it in our mouths. It may roll between the teethor hum on the palate（味觉，上颚）. Love, after all, starts...
Becoming a BookHoward Schwartz"When writers die they become books, which is, after all,not too bad an incarnation（化身，典型）." ...
Junior SoccerAndrew FrisardiYou'd think the ball was a germ（胚芽，细菌）, the kidsexuberant（繁茂的） antibodies swarmingto douse it with will, then finallyp...
DetoNationOcean VuongThere's a joke that ends with -- huh?It's the bomb saying here is your father.Now here is your father insid...