Not Monet’s Giverny
In our snow globe of good-byes we leavecities burning, arguments still on fire.
We do not touch but force ourselves
into pockets and gloves.Winter...
Anthropomorphizing the Orchid
Lowering my nose to the waxy petals, I’m kissing you goodnight
in the hospital again. Your lips smelled faintly of sour milk,
those protein...
Come Closer
A collaborative essay
So come closer, come into this. There are birds beating their wings beneath your breastplate gentle sparrows aching to sing….
—Anis Mojgani
“Feb *...
Chasing
The man looks uptown, spies the alphabet
ducking into a cab, watches as it goes north
toward the river, then starts to follow.
He feels in his...
Secret Lives of Trees
January afternoon, the wind puts its nose on its paws,
sun shining gamely through a sky the blue
of purest gold—seven geese nosing...
Nocturne with Poor Decisions
That time, say, you shoved me against the wall
and we pretended we liked things rough.
We don’t have to live in separate...
