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Experience Body

Cut the cream of an auk’s egg. Whale shore – boat’s pilot designed to vanish continuously. Nice teeth, fine hands; wrecked teeth, rough monk’s hands. Adam Day is the author of Left-Handed Wolf (LSU Press, 2020) and Model of a … Continue reading

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Orchestra of Dependence

Twenty-year-old invisible neighbor and his pregnant wife watched death going by; she wasn’t on horseback; she was screaming. Fiddle the moment neighbor’s house is burning. And if the fire lasts a decade, or three, or if the house is down, … Continue reading

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Navy Boy

My boy is a proud navy diver, every time he books in with his dive mask nobility awaits, oceans he would conquer to attain his lieutenant status He would boast of the lives he had saved at sea, the men … Continue reading

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This Is My Name

like most Chinese children, I had my name dictated by a Taoist priest which means my life had already been given its destiny – ancestors who had scattered stars around me each with their own demands, the demands drawn out … Continue reading

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#17

I believe in ghosts, I believe in luck and fate and destiny/I roll the dice whenever I get a chance/sometimes I count out beads on a rosary/I keep hidden/in a drawer/I’ve been to Paris/but I’ve never been/to Berlin/I fucked a … Continue reading

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Federico Garcia Lorca The Night Before Death

The trunk of the young olive tree reminds him of his first boy. It only casts shadows when the poet looks away. It seems embarrassed by the shape of its shadow, but proud of the size. There was a song … Continue reading

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Flight to India

I’m leaving Bahrain with languages under my tongue like pills. I’m asked to open my mouth. Smuggling languages is illegal. I swallow the rest and speak in English. I’m allowed 5 things like Miss G: I pick a half-eaten shawarma, … Continue reading

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A Continuum of Loss

I lost something once, and in that loss, was everything. I was twelve that year, she was forty-six, her mother was eighty-five and her younger sister had died ten years ago. I am, because she was. She was my one … Continue reading

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Epiphany Poem

It is time to have a new epiphany. Given the circumstances, I find it very unlikely that you will find answers here.             I am very afraid of new beginnings. I want to want you: a new concept. Anonymous, I put … Continue reading

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Miracle Poem

I look for miracles where there should be none: a sort of everyday violence. I turn over stones, move the sofa to see what is underneath. I am tired of looking; still I feel that someone should be doing it. … Continue reading

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Poem About Various Kinds Of Leaving

I am trying to stay organized. I am staying inside during the hottest part of the day. I am memorizing proverbs: where there’s smoke, there’s fire, and other wisdoms. I am learning the parts of an idiom. You are making … Continue reading

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Mercy Poem

I am no longer alone on this city road.             I am learning my lines; quick, say them back to me. I am smaller than I look, don’t be fooled. I am showing, not telling. I am tracing the bones of … Continue reading

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Future Poem

I am contemplating the year 3000. I am looking for lost rabbits. I am collecting loose change. The eye of God looks in on us; we look back at it with open mouths. I am thinking about the nature of … Continue reading

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Purgatory Poem

I am caught between a rock and a hard place. I could say that I loved you, but then I’d have to kill you. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. You are cross-country. I am counting my blessings. To … Continue reading

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Vanishing Point

I worry I’m eating too much—and not enough—of the right things. There is not enough here to sustain me. What a girl learns at 12 will follow her to 23 and beyond. I first learned your name at 19. I … Continue reading

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Soliloquy Poem

I no longer get any pleasure out of sleeping. Still, it’s something to do. Desire cuts like a knife, wide open calves and thighs waiting for you to come out of your hole on the West Coast. You hem and … Continue reading

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Lying Poem

I long to attend a witch-burning.             I want to see the fires crack and fizz. Who will they choose next? Will it be me? I want to see fireworks.             I want to crawl out of my own skin and feel … Continue reading

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Runaway Poem

Let’s take a long trip, you and I. You’ll drive, and I’ll feed you poems from over the dashboard, one rich spoonful at a time. We could cross the hinterlands. Make a home for ourselves in the boneyards. Burning bridges … Continue reading

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Haunted

The house does not want anything. The house was built this way. People, with their fragile bodies and brains, take myth and story, apply and reapply the wounds, sanctify the unholy with drafting hallways, turrets, a staircase to nowhere. If … Continue reading

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by morning

they come to you at midnight awake, in the pale orange of october clouds, and as you were not in your bed alone, as you often are the terrible chill of autumn slid under your skin like a fish knife … Continue reading

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Thoughts on the Reorganization of Time

I. We, having reached the conclusion that we are still a we, and not some other strange crowd of individuals, can only say that we would have liked a heads up before the tables started shifting in their grainy skin … Continue reading

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any other steeple

1. all my dreams and disappointments come back to me in the moon’s face; moon man, who wishes sweetness onto the cradles of the infidels, with their incessant crying and sings them to sleep with his waxy patience. only he … Continue reading

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TrenItalia

The couple across from us on the high-speed train from Firenze             to Roma fascinates my wife and me. Marta tries to calculate their age difference – she says he’s 10 years older, I say closer to 20. I imagine             which … Continue reading

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Encounter on Lamoka Lake

Unimpressed by a self- portrait of processed elegance, he sipped easily from the surface of my elbows until we were both chewing the same cattail-covered marsh. I couldn’t name it if I tried. It was damn perfect, the way children … Continue reading

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Incarcerating Family

(Author’s Note: The identities of prisoners and their family members are confidential in order to protect their safety and privacy. Each source is identified by a randomly chosen letter.) (Part 1) Introduction Over the past eight months, prisoners and their … Continue reading

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