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 ...

the stone that would create sparks when struck against. how it would unravel, pan out. Still the margins carry the weight. How still are the margins against which we shuffle. I didn’t stop the seesaw ...

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 ...