November 18, 2015

All the small griefs, the petty slights, the imagined
worst things, he’s placed them each

in its own little cage . . .

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Andy McLemore

October 23, 2015

The arbitrary loss is hardest.  Held
in place by fear, I focus on routine,
say bombs are accidents, try not to dream.

October 21, 2015

The younger junkies, for a thrill, would toss
Each other roof to rowhouse roof across
Thin alleyways of light . . .

reviewed by Laura Marris

October 12, 2015

Bearing witness shouldn’t be a passive act. . . . Don’t look away from violence, say these poems. But also: don’t get used to it.

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Don Sampson

September 25, 2015

Read new poems from the “ecologically astute, refreshingly contemporary” K’iche’ Mayan poet Humberto Ak’abal, and one of Greece’s most accomplished poets, Haris Vlavianos.

September 17, 2015

September 16, 2015

  Now, when the thatch-roofed cottages

    Send up their puffs and curls

  From heating folk and pottages,

    And steadily thickening swirls

August 28, 2015

His bicep muscle turns under his skin
like a rat in the belly of a boa.
“What's your worst fear?”


August 25, 2015

going back and
back until I don’t
know if
I’m arriving
or departing.

August 25, 2015

with two railings to hold onto as you block people

gracefully trying to get where theyre going

that escalator, which doesn't escalate, makes you feel like

a confused duck, you might tip over. Clueless feet

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