National Poetry Month: Mathias Svalina
So let’s collect our birthed things, no matter / how small or useless, & store them on museum / shelves.
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National Poetry Month: Arda Collins
He was asking me / to read his mind / and smell him, acquire memories / with him / that would float through my life with me.
The Wildness of Grief: Sarah Giragosian’s Mother Octopus
...mothering is entwined with dying throughout this wide-ranging volume, as birth and death are revealed as two sides of one leaf.
Pigs Rooting for Truffles
The state was good. Parents were not necessarily good. Sometimes, in order to serve the state, you had to turn your parents in.
National Poetry Month: Sanam Sheriff
Come morning, a blankness— / what was once the sky and is now / an answer.
LittlePuss Press Double Release: On Vivian Blaxell’s Worthy of the Event: An Essay & Anton Solomonik’s Realistic Fiction
If the LittlePuss books are advanced exercises in cognitive dissonance, Blaxell and Solomonik insist on returning to matters of the heart.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Tuesday Morning, Downtown
I’m going to quit, I said. For you. I’ll quit.
National Poetry Month: Brandon Som
The / hibiscus out my window now blooms the bright / tongue & lips of the Rolling Stones car-freshener / hanging from the rearview mirror of my tío’s / Chevy.
Masculinity, Grief, and Music: A Conversation with Denne Michele Norris
Our capacity for imagination is boundless—and that’s where there’s some porousness between how different people move through the world.
What to Read When You’re Looking for Romance
Throughout history, the marauding aristocracy has torn away people from their land and community, most recently in the formation of the modern industrial nation.
National Poetry Month: Hayan Charara
And the numbers—the numbers / I see every morning—not birds / but people! people!—
National Poetry Month: Patrick Rosal
I am listening to the gone / I am listening to the going / even when not / speaking or singing