Ice (4) (1989), Gerhard Richter Actually, Transition is Not Death Look. It does not snow in June In North Carolina. But there was ice and...

Greyed Rainbow (1953), Jackson Pollock Windbroke You run  with a rock in your mouth because of a trouble with breathing that used to...

Growing City (1956), Eleanor Coen Eulogies of Motion To listen for home— ( in appearance at least ) the movement of ...

✧ Writer’s Regimen Contest Winner ✧ Meetinghouse Hill, Roxbury, Massachusetts (1799), John Ritto Penniman un “Until the dying one says...

Correctional Good Lord, so you finally found me in jail,     strutting up as some bigass motherfucker during grub time     then grunting,...

Undertow The unlabeled bottle contained these little yellow pills with letters and numbers—SR6— engraved in them and I wondered when I’d...

On Word Choice The house across the street was something. Say alive, not something. Something is vapid and closer to silence than...

Nova Dad under the Chevy Nova with a cigarette in the driveway Gentle so the ashes don’t fall by the front yard by the crabapple tree...

What I Was Owed I, for one, wanted his arm gone. Dimas wanted to test run some tacky mustard yellow paper cutter left unsupervised...

​I Wish You Were Dead I hear it through an open window. He screams I wish you were dead. I listen to the mean music from the street, sour...

Turandot Fragments i. La legge è questa He asks if I’ve noticed a pattern, & I check the memories buried by the accumulation of my...

A Walk in the Park To be born again, you need an incarnation specialist—a team from the Bureau of Needles to thread you through— Your...

de Les gestes de la neige Au centre du monde se situait la fourche amoureuse du cou, ta clavicule métaphysique En nidification je suis...

Photo of the author, Mónice Gomery--short haired with big gold hoop earrings--standing before a the sea, which is blurry behind Gomery

kate spade Girlhood mornings nested in her old sheets and shams, a palette of gentle ginghams—lilac, mint, baby girl pink. A single...

To Accept the Void 1 a devastation gives way 2 the void invites me over for tea and prickly pear it explains oblivion in terms of a...

Theater of Inheritance Fenced in the naming, a music: A crescendo of water lifts a shape. This inspires the first conscious attempt at...

Lizard Brain how embarrassing of you / to have so many goddamn mouths / each one full / of unclaimed paper receipts / spilling out of...

Charm in Its Southern Variety / Have You Ever Felt So Detached From Your Own Upbringing You Could Sail Away, A Non-Entity Slackening Like...

"a preguntarnos qué hacíamos en la escuela / que hacíamos en las playas, de qué está / hecha nuestra agua..."