June 15, 2017


with a first line from Herman Melville

Others praise the soft eye

of the antelope, but the miracle

of your body is more worthy.

I follow the line of your hip, linger

where it tapers into thigh, the flesh

knit over fiber and filament beneath.

I hear the cr...

By Bob Sykora and Brooke Schifano

In 1973, Gail Mazur founded the Blacksmith House Poetry Series in Cambridge, MA. For forty-four years, the reading series has been a vital part of Boston’s poetry scene, hosting both established and emerging writers. This past spring th...

June 12, 2017

We cherished that house, though we only ever knew it at night. Mother had a company, spent her days sniffling and pointing at screens, and Nadine and I were middle-school students, strung along in the world of cotillion and sport. We spent long days striving to accumul...

June 11, 2017

Inside the Foxhole

My features are small,

expressionless. My lovers say

I look like a doll. Today

I climbed into a black dollhouse

& felt more at home than anywhere

I’ve ever been. The wild in me

stopped howling, stopped pulsing

through my legs. Egyptians used mirrors

to reflec...

June 11, 2017


and the socks will dry.

the crows will leave

their slippers on the soil.

i will peel a tulip

into a stick;

the fog will go.

no. you are handing me

a dress. my palm reaches

for its wrinkles. it is a sun,

stretching the leaves

of a sullen oak. ...

June 11, 2017

Aubade, Belated

The small girl of you     you admitted to once     you admitted to your being

loud when you talked of cats      in love &      cats out of love

I couldn’t love a man

No one ever...

June 11, 2017

Statement from No One, Incorporated

“what is it when a death is ruled a homicide but no one is responsible for it”
— Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib

We are not responsible. We have not
the capacity to respond, cannot take
your call, are not obliged. We promise
nothing in return...

June 11, 2017


After the explosion on West 23rd,

I thought of you kissing a lover

on a soon destroyed bridge. Then of me,

the day before with a man

I thought I could love. How can I

do laundry now? If I fold the corners

of each t-shirt or roll the socks into a perfect sphere,


June 11, 2017


When pops aired his words over space

to tell me grandma had a heart attack

I couldn’t hear the quiver in his voice.

I had just bought coffee in Queens

for a dollar & the steam of it when held

close to me made the inside of my nose

sweat. You are someo...

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