Category: Poetry

The Todras Gorge

It stands, cavernous;

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Lemonade // Drain

“Neither you nor your soul is waiting for me at   the end of this,” — Nick Flynn, “Cathedral of Salt”   All I ever wanted was a kitchen and you standing in the tile-white light. Me, on the floor, … Read More

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With Piano

It’s the little things you remember when you die. The children. The moments. Your face after achieving multiple simultaneous orgasms. The orgasms. The presidential campaigns, the incipient volcano underlying the western half of the continental U.S. It’s the little things … Read More

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Prose Poem

Editor’s Note: What follows is composed from features published in The New Yorker between September and December 2010. No alterations beyond rearrangement were made to the texts, excepting those that ensured gender, tense and number agreement.

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Exfoliation

Each morning I watch my form reflected in the mirror

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Family

“so entwined /they appeared /one fruit / blossoming from / the green earth”

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The Man in My Oven

“maybe he is going to march / across our room and pull the / pins out of my heart”

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A Breath

Have you ever seen a body exhale its last breath?

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The Raising of Jairus’ Daughter

And straightway the damsel arose, and walked… and [he] commanded that something be given her to eat.   Jairus, whose name means “God will awaken.” Softly: his daughter. Softly: night’s passage. Fever holding her throat in its teeth.   She … Read More

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A dream of mending

Our skies sink further into dust and while we wait for cloud-made seams, the earth tears limb from limb, and trusts that we will mend her — so it seems.   As fires rage through forests deep, we find ourselves … Read More

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Close

“Matter warps that geometry.
So I try to piece her together like he would.”

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Review of DISIAC’s HEADLINES

A poetic assessment of a student dance group.

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