Tag Archives: Anthony Tao

I had not noticed, before this new brightness, the birds in the stuccoed morning. In a corner shelf, paperbacks shield their eyes with pages, while in another, lace and cotton tell each other stories. I had never slept so tangled … Continue reading →

fly nictitate teach me grace, hook then free me glimpse the cre- puscular curve of future life is life even at 3/4ths speed Anthony Tao’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Kartika Review, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner, … Continue reading →

A starch-collared warden will soon enter and announce with a breath of silver whistle, Last stop, all out. Where does the empty train go? Toward what alternate universe does it judder with invisible passengers whose crumpled hands rest in their … Continue reading →

She is quick to giggle, riddled with unanswered questions: is it he, him, his character? His whiteness, white for privilege and power? Or that inside he quivers? She giggles, forgetting her mother had said giggling was unseemly for such an … Continue reading →