count the times the police appeared in my living room, barged in and bobbed like jellyfish on the tangible resentment of my mother       the sea of her        crashing on herself       my mother of get in their faces and tell them where to go assault o...

A bank’s clean limestone façade, and inside, just past the marble columns, beneath the perfect glass dome, the carnival frenzies. Everyone he’s known or lost or longed for forced to wear feathery masks. He loves excess,

I will take joy from wherever it comes. I will wring it out of my grief. I will seize it from my enemies. Joy has no identity, no politics, no beliefs. It is not deterred by my righteous indignation. I will find hope is in its presence,

Dreams refuse to wake with us. They prefer the easy rewrites of sleep to the alarms and showers of daily routine. And who can blame them? The noise of this daylight, its empty oaths, grind so hard into the skull,

As beautiful as it is relevant, here’s Will Oldham performing his new song, “In Good Faith”. LYRICS In good faith: Rocks are buried beneath tons of earth to become diamonds With the gift of the sunlight the kudzu vine goes climbing I open my heart to a...

Sure, I want to believe a poem can block a bullet too that a poem could save me at the end of the world, my bug-out bag teeming with “Good Bones.” My friend’s husband sells guns. He’s a republican. His sales boom under a democratic president,

Author Rick Ewing discusses his 5 years spent as a homeless alcoholic on the streets of New Jersey, and how they inspired his first novella. More

And then it turns cold, fall, the sky full of upside-down ships, and wind, the grass turning a bright but pale shade of green, sunlight between stark clouds, no more yellow of daffodils, some window plastic flutters, it’s coming,

From there you could see the whole town: tear it down. Tear it down. -Mike McGriff To preserve the town, first turn your back on the world. Lose yourself completely. Then begin to undress in a creaking hotel where the floorboards each speak resonances ...

The camp counselor’s voice was sun-shot molasses—invite the light, she said, so I let it ebb up my knuckles and elbows until warmth washed over my entire torso like sunset on a pocked brick wall, and I became that light—sort of—face up and afloat on th...