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A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Naomi Shihab Nye: To Netanyahu

My Palestinian father named his donkey after you…
Now I think he insulted the donkey.

August 16, 2019 · 3 Comments

Christine Skarbek: Oh, Poland!

My buddy Yolanta invited me over to Park Café to listen to this wizard on the piano, a 17-yr old skinny fellow. I cannot tell you how thin this character was or, for that matter, how long and tapered his fingers and what a master he was at the ivories.

August 13, 2019 · Leave a comment

Video: La Madre Buena (The Good Mother)

A Mexican mother torn between her politics and pleasing her only son’s request – to have a Donald Trump piñata for his birthday party.

July 27, 2019 · Leave a comment

Miriam Levine: On the Steps of the Miami Beach Cinematheque

Soon I’d be eighty. My hip ached,
the thumb he kissed bent with arthritis.
His scent was lime, and the nape
of his neck smooth as summer jade.

July 20, 2019 · 5 Comments

Jose Padua: It Was the Summer After the Summer of Love

it’s the first time in my life
that I’ve ever had an image
or maybe it just an idea
(which was still bad enough)
of my parents doing it,
having sex, grabbing each other

July 6, 2019 · Leave a comment

Abby Zimet: Never Again. Still. Really.

“When Jews say never again,” said one marcher, “We fucking mean it.”

July 4, 2019 · Leave a comment

David Huddle: The Watermelon Sutras

In the act of eating watermelon no one
ever pulled a trigger, spoke harshly
to a child, swatted a butterfly out
of the sky, or told a lie for money.

July 4, 2019 · 2 Comments

Abby Zimet: Unwanted Ivanka — Daddy Will You Buy Me A Pony or Country?

Confronted by such absurd kleptocracy, Twitter, as is its wont, got sweet revenge.

July 3, 2019 · Leave a comment

Molly Fisk: The Fox Laughs at the Hounds

voices chorusing woods and fields, ringing
off the stone walls she runs beside, light
and fleet, silent as new snow falling through

July 3, 2019 · Leave a comment

Meg Pokrass: Puppy Breath

I had his phone number, the guy from the A.A. meeting. I held it in my hands. I was terrible on the phone, but he would never call me. He said he couldn’t approach women. It was up to me.

June 29, 2019 · 1 Comment

Video: My Dead Dad’s Porno Tapes

Was my father’s leftover stuff the key to who he really was?

June 16, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sandy Solomon: Grammar Lout

Liz thinks we ought to have a day
devoted to apostrophes
In which we add or rub them out
in bands of roving grammar louts.

June 15, 2019 · 2 Comments

Cornelius Eady: Charlie Chaplin Impersonates a Poet

Here is the little tramp, standing
On a stack of books in order
To reach the microphone

June 11, 2019 · 1 Comment

Meg Pokrass: The Agonizingly Beautiful Noses of Norwegians

Tonight, Albert Albertson took me to a foreign film at the Cinemaclub – a Norwegian film in which ten gorgeous people died. The women had agonizingly beautiful noses. Their deaths were as agonizing as their noses, and it seemed fitting, or at least it fit, and I didn’t feel as sad as I would have felt watching normally attractive people die.

June 8, 2019 · Leave a comment

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