For missing words and balloons, from APR, March/April 2015.
from Letters to C / by Idra Novey
This blue work.
This gluing of impossibilities.
For missing words and balloons, from APR, March/April 2015.
from Letters to C / by Idra Novey
This blue work.
This gluing of impossibilities.
For Atlantis or not, from Fairy Tale Review, The Mauve Issue.
from Antelopes of Thera / by Elizabeth Gross
the goat fell through centuries
and centuries of volcanic ash.
For ghosts and lures, from The Fairy Tale Review, The Mauve Issue.
from What Haunts / by Claire Cronin
Once a woman was disfigured by a story
told only through a series of red masks
For wedding dresses and storms. This one’s from Fairy Tale Review, The Mauve Issue.
from Selkie / by Kirsten Holt
She drinks
twelve glasses of water a day, and now all her syllables sound like canoes.
Oh, no, no Ashbery yet? This is for Ashbery, then, and for gray weather and lamps, from The Poetry of Surrealism, edited by Michael Benedikt.
from Love Again / by John Ashbery, b. 1927
Nights of sleep without waking in a bed that is too deep
For sun threads and an hour less of morning, from The FSG Book of Twentieth Century Latin American Poetry, edited by Ilan Stavans.
from Weaving the Morning / by João Cabral de Melo Neto (9 January 1920 – 9 October 1999), translated by Galway Kinnell
One rooster does not weave a morning,
he will always need the other roosters.
For star watching and deer, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Japanese Figures / by Anonymous (Japanese)
Feet of the lantern bearer
move in the dark
For girls and tomorrows, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Three Pampas Indian Songs / by Anonymous, South American
We bury the dark thought in the ashes
And say nothing, not to add to our trouble.
For happy endings, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from The Creation of the Moon / by Anonymous (Caxinua/Amazon)
So the head started to think what it would turn into.
If it turned into water they would drink it.
If it turned into earth they would walk on it.
If it turned into a house they would live on it.
If it turned into a steer they would kill it and eat it.
For wind and winter, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Chinese Figures / by Anonymous
A judge decides for ten reasons
nine of which nobody knows
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