by Chad Davidson In the pewless church of San Juan Chula， a Neocatholic Tzozil Indian wrings a chicken's neck. Through pi？oned air， stars from tou...
by Ralph Waldo Emerson By the rude bridge that arched the flood， Their flag to April's breeze unfurled， Here once the embattled farmers stood， And...
by J. P. White Every city has them——pools of helmeted， stained men Clustered around engines grinding through night. White arc lights sear ...
by Michael Palmer We thought it could all be found in The Book of Poor Text， the shadow the boat casts， angled mast， fretted wake， indigo eye. Windows...
by Philip Levine Take this quiet woman， she has been standing before a polishing wheel for over three hours， and she lacks twenty minutes before she c...
by Sarah Getty A round white troll with a black， greasy heart shuddered and hummed "Diogenes， Diogenes，" while it sloshed the wash. It staye...
by Dunya Mikhail （Translated by Elizabeth Winslow） How magnificent the war is！ How eager and efficient！ Early in the morning it wakes up the sirens an...
by Eamon Grennan Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight o'clock light change from charcoal to a faint gassy blue， inventin...
by Chad Davidson They know that death is merely of the body not the species， know that their putrid chitin is always memorable. We call them ugly with...
by Peg Boyers At eleven I learned to lie. Disobedience and its partner， deception， became my constant companions. How enormous then that first transgr...