Ann Arbor doesn’t need streetlights Ann Arbor doesn’t need streetlights
Black ass is obvious at 2:00AM on Geddes Avenue. Should I blame N my thighs, sheering denim to skin windows? Or these cornbread- N cultivated hips Clifton passed on to me that seem…
Apr 6, 2021 / Poems / Courtney Faye Taylor
It’s Important I Remember That There’s a Difference Between a Human Being and a Person— It’s Important I Remember That There’s a Difference Between a Human Being and a Person—
which comes to mind each time I see them kiss a dog on the mouth. N A dog’s mouth is cleaner than a human’s only because our best friends cannot say the things acquaintances do abo…
Apr 1, 2021 / Poems / Cortney Lamar Charleston
Rehearsals (Lilica [Pixote, 1980 dir. Héctor Babenco]) Rehearsals (Lilica [Pixote, 1980 dir. Héctor Babenco])
I’m telling you a place of purple rocks stretching to the sunset…I’m telling you eyes like a pharaoh’s…I’m telling you huge bouquets of flowers drooling in cheap rooms…I’m telling…
Apr 1, 2021 / Poems / Robert Fernandez
The Altered States of John Wieners The Altered States of John Wieners
In his letters we can glimpse a radiant, jazz-struck testament to the vocation of poetry.
Mar 16, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Jeremy Lybarger
The Sentence The Sentence
In the gospel according to children Love is a sentence containing a logic no syntax can trace— Mom throwing parties just to ruin them, Dad blaming everyone but himself. You remembe…
Mar 16, 2021 / Poems / Rob Schlegel
Book of Dolls 46; Book of Dolls 48 Book of Dolls 46; Book of Dolls 48
46 The gods who made me small wer…
Mar 11, 2021 / Poems / Bruce Bond
The World Lawrence Ferlinghetti Built The World Lawrence Ferlinghetti Built
As a poet, publisher, and bookstore owner, he helped foster a literary ecosystem where politics and culture for the better seemed possible.
Mar 3, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Barry Schwabsky
Boy Corona Boy Corona
after John Donne & for N. P. TENDER CROWN I have only these two hands with which to praise you, Bro…
Lying Down Lying Down
Every body that hits the ground in Hell will get up should they choose it. There’s plenty of death and destruction but no dead. All ends are artificial, wishful thinking, and even…
Jan 27, 2021 / Poems / Dustin Pearson
Somewhere Real Somewhere Real
Get in, George Eliot. I packed PB&Js. I’m bringing that rainbow parachute we held hands under as eight year olds. Get in, right beside Autumn, beside every manic pixie dream gi…
Dec 28, 2020 / Poems / Shira Erlichman