Graphic by Haewon Ma

Soft p(s)alms

I am the blunt The soft plague I am The tiny scar Under your right eye The little pimples on your buttocks   I am the girl carrying Five...

Graphic by Claire Sheen

One castaway to another

Today I will go blind making eyes at you,  you orphaned orb of the sky,  white-hot with cruelty and with love  for all things growing, for all things spangled...

Graphic by Claire Sheen


Dirty water attracts rain boots and children. Snow to melt still air to leave still until leaves move, grown of dirty water.   The grey branches are skirmishing with...

Graphic by Suzanqi Jiang
Graphic by Claire Sheen

A Letter to Yale University

Dear Yale, We need to talk. We both know the lingo to loosen the strings attached, that regardless of its gift wrapping, I’m still presenting you with severed limbs,...


Dusk Walks in Key West

If only I could capture the scent of humidity in the aperture of a disposable camera— to hold all of Fleming St. under hydroquinone in a darkroom, each fading...

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Rooms with windows

I. The Room with the Stained Glass   How inordinate is the dust that flutters in, casting visible rays across the monumental space— beaming like those forgotten spirits hung...

Graphic by Jasun Hu
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Poetry: April 17, 2015

Careful Reification her encasement remains in this undissolving shadow the embodied desire of an unseen nation and to be her, the ostension, looks very much like being human or...

Voices_poetry_graphic by jake stein

The crimson-beaked finch

The crimson-beaked finch is a made up animal. In the snowfield of your mind, I have walked a line of empty footprints. Out of something that doesn’t-even-kind-of exist, I...

Voices_poetry_graphic by jake stein


The slender legs of gulls, like the long sticks of reeds, rooted in the bottom of the lake. Standing like stilts, they tip forward, slowly dip their long thin...

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I have cheated you a hundred times, Summer said to the old woman – I am still alive and you are withered. The old woman opened her mouth: There...

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Storm Chasing

I come from a family of storm chasers. Our house eats itself by the hour, its machinery dense, lit-eyed, beeping. There are forty-seven weathervanes on the roof, huddled like...

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I I wonder which impression will spread its hot film over the place where today idles in my memory. II For example The base of a backyard redwood. III...

After Hölderlin

When all the light is gone from Our final autumn practice We call it a day. Those comely joggers, On coach’s dismissal, Dress fast, and run To make it...

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At the albatross

Dispelling with some metaphors with professorial sonority My old ethicist professor beckons—“that wooden guardian of our privacy Upon its axel swiftly turn!” to the late student so that is...

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We are earnest at the zoo. My dad and I look at all the signs. They are creamy plastic with greying sketches that have been scaled up from their...