'As Time Goes By', a new poem by Bella Li

Bella Li
Tuesday, 23 April 2019

Tuesdays Paul comes by. He jogs up the driveway in his striped green shorts
and I’m there at the door with Ella on my hip. She’s crying, she’s teething
and drooling and crying from the pain, and some days I can’t stand it, I have ...

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'Karen Carpenter', a new poem by Charles Bernstein

Charles Bernstein
Sunday, 21 April 2019

Her voice

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'Painting the horizon', a new poem by Kristen Lang

Kristen Lang
Thursday, 18 April 2019

for Graham


Even the waves of the sea, in the distance, have turned to stone.
The blue/green rising into outcrops, ridgelines, a lone bull ...

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'Lost World Sonnets', a new poem by Bronwyn Lea

Bronwyn Lea
Tuesday, 26 March 2019


In my mind he is always half the age
I am now as he stands on a green shelf
of Razorback mountain. I will wait
for him forever in the backseat of a car,
my chin numbing on the window ledge ...

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'Flight from Manus' by Behrouz Boochani

Behrouz Boochani
Monday, 25 February 2019

I am beholding clouds
beholding dreams
… beholding the hands of a woman
… she has taken a fragment of me with her
Exactly like the force of a fork
carving out a piece of cake

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'Jim Carroll’s Ass', a new poem by Alice Notley

Alice Notley
Thursday, 20 December 2018

Nothing seems real     yet I’m willing
to play ‘the real’ game for ones I love
and when I’m sick I go get pills
but more and more hovering above it I’m

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'Cyndi Lauper', a new poem by Michael Hofmann

Michael Hofmann
Tuesday, 27 November 2018

June 22

And many happy returns of the day to Cyndi Lauper, 65,
once said to ‘dress funny’ and her voice likened to ‘rat’ (or ‘rat’s’),

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'The Measurement Institute' a new poem by Anthony Lawrence

Anthony Lawrence
Monday, 26 November 2018

You wouldn’t think to look twice: no high fence
crowned with broken glass, no security guard
heavy with boredom and a lanyard of keys.

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'Recital', a new poem by Judith Bishop

Judith Bishop
Friday, 26 October 2018

Watching others love
        is something
many do, I guess –
not so much a pastime
        as a mode

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He seldom spoke, even when well, and when he did it was misterioso, brief,
a gnomic shorthand, often only a grunt,
but his musicians got it, Nellie, Boo-Boo, and Sphere III too.
Nowadays next to nothing comes out his mouth, nothing at all.

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