Poetry
Departure from Saline River
‘I’m sorry. I haven’t done this before
and I’m quite nervous,’ he said,
folding himself into the suitcase.
‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘Take your time.
The whole town’s come to see …
Poetry
Selections from While Percival Was Falling
Selections from While Percival Was Falling
Reading by translator Jessica Cuello. (Scroll down to view and listen to the original poem.)
Percival’s song
is an unruly beast
a howling story
I …
Poetry
Morning Rush
Now we’re fissioned—it releases
enough desire to fuel the empire.
That’s my smudged vision on this
frost-fogged, steamed street
at night’s end in these bright overhead
cones and sweeping twin beams.
We …
Poetry
Sierra
A writer forgets how to write
when a writer forgets how to see
oneself through words written,
the voice of a poem drives
all night to watch summer
fall into …