4. Metallic black Starling Sturnes Vulgaris) The glossy purple glints dip in and out brown tail feathers body of white wing feathers roosting in the old English Oak again. Untidy nests, grass, wool, ...

did not cancel his flight from the bridge. Take it to the bridge, that pause, ...

GABRIEL and MARCEL PIQUERAY were Belgian Surrealist writers. Twins born in Brussels in 1920, they always published under a joint signature. Beyond Gestures, a volume of selected writings translated by ...

When I began Zion Offramp in the summer of 2015—at first without title, then under another title best forgotten—I knew little of where I was going, only that I wanted to attempt a poem of substantial ...

Walking Down First Avenue the Other Day, They Were Tearing Down That Place We Used to Hang Out All the Time When It Was New ...

Can I read or write? No sir. Speak loud and clearly? Yes. Can I sing my homeland? I tell him the hills I left when soldiers made me a soldier. Cigar Man nods. His nib moves on as a blackbird addresses ...

fire, however the words you read might burn. The words you read, the words you wrote: spectral agencies infecting the futurepast.

the Valley is home against all odds to me. It’s nurture, I guess is why. Why I stop here every winter, and each time, with my toes on the edge of the valley wall, threatening a slip or a free fall, I ...