Decomposition For 27 years and two months I owned a y   or it owned me. Now, no such question inhabits my nameplate. Gone, too, l . I...

"The compass is a very simple, relatively cheap and pocket-sized instrument, which works without any specific preparation, under any...

SEVEN-TEN SPLIT big strike gold rush & any second now it’s gonna kick in & down, torch red taillights through blinds which slice  across...

Meadows open like books toward the horizon, pitch and swell with prairie language. I know I am in a dream, and this is my way of...

silking day / light into glass  I might have / become a grandmother / or grasshopper / might have curled inside a flower’s scent of...

The park was cold air —sharp vinegar in the nose. A damp picnic, with family the daughter did not know well. She did not want to be...

You come to this valley where the tall grass trembles in no breeze at all, and the road vanishes in the glow of headlights in fog, and...

Observing a man’s hair plugs   either my new low / or perhaps a new peace /   a petal laid on a pond’s surface / i stare at follicles /  ...

Burr Dream On the night of my dead brother’s birthday, I dream his body has grown feet from his belly. A ring of them, some protruding...

Riskless nights’ suburban memory: a Stop through the plosive, my heart in soil, always punished for one reason or another: because a...

for Tom Mallouk We paused where the river waited behind a boulder, trout sipping caddis flies from the swift current, tree swallows...

any good actor will tell you  it’s not them up there but a kind  of wind  that throws wide the door they have spent their whole lives to...

Easy Victims to the Charitable Deception of Nostalgia By Emily Schulten White Pine Press 2024 The striking cover of this poetry...

Wheel By Hayden Saunier Terrapin Books 2024 Here’s an honest answer to why it’s taken me so long to write this review: this book of poems...

The other night was a good one in the east when the rain stopped and I plant liberties  so I can pull them up like turnips again and...

In Babel Years   many hands  not the lightest of work  but side-by-side  group project  all in this together  pulley and lever  garden...

How to Murder a Mule Beat a tree with whatever you can find—an old bat, a torque wrench, your fists—until you match  the rhythm of her...

FOR WANDA A packet of hair rollers thrown from the window of a moving car. A pretty yellow top; a headband of plastic flowers. The...

She carries wet berries in reusable bags.  Along our block the trees burst  with confessions. Dusk like a knife  sinking into my gut. Her...

Mrityunjay Mohan is a queer, trans, disabled writer of color. Mrityunjay's work has been published or is forthcoming in Broadkill...