Articles in new poems
when there is more than one there is language
we travel too quickly through these houses and hours
we travel thickly like rich black beetles tottering on the edges of tables
from “8 Equations”
Pi Burned Alphabetics
Atomic Snowstorms in Left Handed Corners of the Mind
Circumference of Infinity & Where it Has Gotten Us
Back Home
Our tragic feelings seemed opposed to reason:
the boy was taken by arthritic hands that said,
“This is me; but these will be your hands someday–”
About Poems
“The family got the majority of their ideas about families from black and white films. They tried to replicate every important detail exactly”
Sequins are not stars
Kept between us, I enter my name /
into the raffle /
for a new one and a car to drive it around in.
Edwin S. Porter’s Execution of Czolgosz (1901)
prussian blue, grog-blossom /
brown, but the prison matron’s white /
picture-hat withered /
the angels to specular. Even now /
Three Fables
Feral cats caught in traps, blood on canvas, mice in laundry baskets, passerines, tail feathers, sky without color.
from Party in My Body
“Why does the age demand nothing? Am I transcendent or drunk?” :: An excerpt from the Rose Metal Press Field Guide to the Prose Poem
EVEN AS WE SPEAK
THERE IS A BEGINNING TO ALL THIS. AN OCCASION. SCOTTISH BAGPIPES ARE ITS EQUIVALENT, BUT IT BEAMS DOWN IN SPECKLED LIGHTS. SPOKEN LIGHTS.
Gourmand
I tasted each inch of the earth.
I did not like it but I did it.
There were extravagant flavors,
Gobi, Horse Track, Lava Field, London . . .
I Am Asking You To Look At Me, Touch Me, Talk To Me
There are options regarding /
the ice. We can lick it or cross it. Further information /
when you want it. Information always blinking. /
A chime that rang.
Out in the Open
The forest in this season is a silent palace of abandoned rooms. /
Only a few, precise sounds: as if someone were lifting twigs with tweezers; /
as if, inside each tree-trunk, a hinge was creaking quietly.
Not Blocking The Exploding
…. There’s just this one next thing /
plunked down, weighty & here, after the last //
next thing burned off in mist.
Raymond Burr Is Not in this Movie
You expected a monster movie, /
the straight line progression of vandalism and death. /
But this plot’s triangular, a love story predicated /
on deceit and betrayal /
Café Town
… I don’t mind the missing violin; /
I am sweetly imbibing a foreign /
fortitude: nothing terrible /
will happen this hour or the previous… /
On the Fifth of November
“Whoever devotes himself to decency and to virtue /
he beguiles with deceptions, corrupting their temptingly innocent hearts….”
2007
You knew you were dead in my dream. You said drive me. The doctor. I’m so late. I said no there’s no more doctor you know that. I hugged …
Prediction
In the future, we’ll plan the future better.
In the future, you can just become your TV.
In the future, your sexual partners will meet all the qualities on your checklist.
And this anxiety you’re feeling now? In the future you won’t feel it.
A Fiction
“It takes one to know one,” she said,
and I had knowingly taken several of them,
so when it came time to talk to the cops,
I took the initiative to tell them
where to find Franco (God rest …
2 poems by Gaius Valerius Catullus
I need, my sweet girl Ipsithilla,
your pleasures passing through my hands,
like honey dripping from the sun,
so call me to you for the long afternoon.
2 poems by Peretz Markish
2 poems by Peretz Markish
translated by Amelia Glaser
— — —
Hey, what do you deal in – sorrow?
What are you selling there – despair?
I’m a buyer and a dealer,
and I’m dealing and I’m wheeling
days and nights, …
Green 1.5
Contributing Editor Adam Golaski gives us his most recent installment of his gorgeous and heart-racing translation of one of English’s oldest poems Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.
Green
Open Letters continues its serialization of Adam Golaski’s innovative translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight with this, the fourth installment.
Green
Open Letters continues its serialization of Adam Golaski’s innovative translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight with this, the third installment.
where sky meets earth
A poem by Josely Vianna Baptista, translated by Chris Daniels, and featuring a drawing by Francisco Faria
Green
Open Letters continues its serialization of Adam Golaski’s innovative translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight with this, the second installment.
Green
Open Letters presents the first of many installments of Adam Golaski’s innovative new translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, a serialization.
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