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The taluk office smells of wet ceiling lime and old twine. A three-rupee revenue stamp peels away like dead skin from the corner of the land deed my grandfather signed. The clerk flattens the brittle...

A Journal Of Poetry And The Arts

For years it rested beneath the pantry’s floating shelves, sap-sticky with spills: hot honey and rice slipped from the bag. Then, behind the giant soup pot I used only once, to brine a turkey the way...

As midnight approaches, the trail seems endless, each step a useless gesture towards a destination that draws no closer. Drawn to my headlamp, a moth the size of a sparrow batters my cheek with powdery...

I mean, maybe someone took a bat to the back of my neck. Hot oil to my shoulders when I wasn’t looking. Fire ants. Maybe in the night, a secret doctor left a scalpel inside my ankle. Metal on bone....

Because this is a party, a smoke break circling diet-culture syntax, discourse disguised in an eating disorder’s clothing. And I am recovered and shooting his darts in appetite suppressant exhales,...

When I was young, sex felt like swinging between tops and bottoms of mouth sound and honey cream. I was bear-hungry in the candy shop, skin syruped & proving that I was a place to buy and sell. My...

Three moths waft through a clearing, from the trees on all sides. Aligned to the glimmer of mates, they push their soft bodies into flashlights and headlights and fires, flickering in lust and in certainty....

For years— decades, perhaps— it has fought its way upward out of dark brush, climbing the side of a tall, bent, twisted oak each day a little farther, each minute a perpetual reaching through the...

Tonight, as we sleep, birds migrate overhead. Call in the darkness. Navigate by stars, by the earth’s magnetic field. Green heron. Virginia rail. Hermit thrush, over New England hardwoods, black billed...

My mother believed in leaving something behind for the birds. In late spring, when the yard turned that deep New England green—wet grass, sap thick in the pines, the blueberry bush just beginning to...

For days, the air will toss up crystalline ghosts, like rice at a wedding. Murmurations of snowflakes will dazzle themselves into oblivion across the conquered city. In the freshly emptied sky, the birds...

Thirty years the rifle slept in the woman’s hands like a child learning to pray. Jacarandas spilled their blue grief along boulevards the colonists half-finished & abandoned to the slow patience of...

In the year of public access television and the kitchen window northern flicker, oxycodone and ring dings, hospital parking lots and waiting in line to enter the grocery store – in that year, every...

Don’t put faith in detectors that are “unreliable and easily gamed,” says scholar.

I fold origami figures out of Post-it Notes for my students—mementos for our last class. I pair Aqua Splash with Guava, Acid Lime with Iris Infusion, stick them back-to-back— not easy to manipulate wi...

I fold origami figures out of Post-it Notes for my students—mementos for our last class. I pair Aqua Splash with Guava, Acid Lime with Iris Infusion, stick them back-to-back— not easy to manipulate...

Man of the house keeps the dogs outside. They belong. People get the brick & mortar, the AC; animals get ten acres of wooded pasture land and soil. Fleas and gophers. My dogs, like me. I mean, resemble....

Living under the thumb of a black walnut tree it comes in October that jolt the fist, the walnut hull bumping, bouncing off the roof. You see the hand of the hull in every bloody bang. Between roots,...

your oldest niece asks for career advice, hair down her back glossy as the close -lying coat of a racehorse in high summer. You wouldn’t call the last ten years a career so much as a lukewarm bath of...

None of us were above Walmart. That’s how we knew it was real. Our fluorescent love. Our automatic door love. Love under a giant sign the color of hearts and blood. We went in for batteries and came...

My attic sweats through July. Everything up there warps eventually. My Atari still has Japanese lettering on the box. I never learned Japanese. My grandfather learned enough Japanese to get by. The joystick...

Lord, bless these days that start with blood. Bless extra acetaminophen and her liver for processing it. Bless her mother and hers for imparting their genetics. Bless the pretty white skirt she used to...

He asked an AI bot to write a poem about the angst that living in these times creates in all of us, set in the home of some untethered soul, with end-stopped rhymes, and wholly built on unlinked metap...

Light rain persists, a pittering on branch knuckle and petal mold, a wet whisper glazed into leaf-sheen. I recall another rain day, a green slicker without a hood, a girl with a girl under a covered bridge...

It kinda snowed then didn’t snow this winter and kids went sledding only once and then when it should’ve already snowed the sky dumped that 34° snow heavy like cement and it gathered on the trees...

Rust gathers in the backyard of an elderly neighbor I no longer see, painting the charcoal grill, fire pit, and patio chairs—a requiem in iron, oxygen, and hydrogen, played like slow piano music across...

He asked an AI bot to write a poem about the angst that living in these times creates in all of us, set in the home of some untethered soul, with end-stopped rhymes, and wholly built on unlinked metaphors,...

This poem has a rope swing in it, tied to the limb of a sprawling oak. My older sister is here with her high school friends and my voice calling, Wait for me, as everyone runs barefoot to the ancient...

Consider people who live easily with cats. Their homes offer double greetings: a glass of iced tea (or wine) and a nose silently extended, sniffing. Pat your lap and the tabby or flute-slender Siamese...

When I was twelve I walked to junior high across a wooden bridge; it spanned the morning mist and the still grey lake we lived on. I would hurry to the other side, where the commuter bus swished by, my...