Poetry

What Is a Day?

by Ann Lauterbach

To narrate oneself into a catastrophe with unknowable global consequences seems trivial, or vain, or both.

by Amy King

A woman claimed her baggage and expected/the portmanteau would provide her quivering mass/with an enforceable shape of fleshliness.

by Kenneth Goldsmith

Presented here are some of my very favorite Kenny G fan letters.

by Jonas Mekas

Forget the utopias: life is here and now.