Poetry

He fell for a devil of a woman,and she was a devil of a woman for him to fall for,his own sister! She was affectionate, you have to grant her…

Visiting When I first came on a visitto your limewashed house– a clean-kneed child from town –your two great fists impressed me, for theywere ponderous chunksof granite, notchedcarelessly for fingers…

translations from Vivien’s 1901 book Études et Préludes Undine There’s a light in your laughter and a darkness in your touch.Your lips are cold. You smile at the distressyour kisses…

The Regiment That morning they’d bent to don their black-soled bootsafter hours through which none of them had slept.Bending to tie them, not one thought to refusethe fate that dogged…

the birds praise Joan of Arc at Domrémy the pigeons singwith a do, and a re, and a mi— at Vaucouleurs all in a ringthe hens refuse to lay— the…

The review of Flares and Fathoms, from which the following poems are taken, appeared in the previous issue. Blizzard: Brooklyn View A man shovels in a parking lotfor a car…

Tarot Readings Daily They’re reading Tarot cards right now,in the little pink house with the sign in the yard.Shadows spider across still-green lawnwhose fate, so far, defies the frosts. Someone…

DEATH Jerusalem dances on living bodies,on dead bodies, on flesh, on stone—she doesn’t notice, she is not looking down.“You love death more than me,” God accuses her,“but I own death,do…

Drunk Girls in the Bathroom We showed each other our titsfor some reason, and she lit uplike the Fourth of July and toldme that mine sit real pretty. Shehad a…

After Sappho 84 Parting’s deathsorrow. Weeping walked away‘Things worked against us, Sappho.’ In her grief.‘It’s not your fault.’ A comfortable belief.I found brow-stroking calming things to say.‘Child you were loved.…