February 6, 2016

Never again will I feed the mustangs my mind,
Outstretched in the grey moon of morning.

January 13, 2016

Came a homeless man, without a foot,
dressed up in a new canvas sack,
tied up with a belt in the usual style

December 30, 2015

Honor the grit, the skylight plywood,
The attic rats and wall roaches.
Greet the vagrant dwellers walking. . .

December 18, 2015

You blitzed literature, took philosophy
In a whirlwind. Casts of iron and blood
Forged a new empire. . .

December 11, 2015

Through the window, clam-tight, oozes
A dark cloud, flowing beneath the ceiling.
Leaves rain down, drizzling,
Burying my body, the flames not yet dead.

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.

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