Author Bios

Sufi warrior poet Tiel Aisha Ansari has been featured by Measure, Windfall, and Everyman’s Library. Her collections incl…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:   Username or E-mail Password Remember Me     Forgot Password

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For Erik

I can’t quite imagine which apartment in heaven you’ve chosen to inhabit. Considering your intelligence, & tale…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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End of a Line

tucked behind shoes, boxes and boxes, memories held hostage. mice have carried off an ancestor or two. moths have …   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Call for Manuscripts

A $1000 prize will be awarded to a writer who is living above the 40th parallel.  Only poets with an even numbere…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Jazz and Marmalade

My knife keeps rhythm with the bass A surly oboe flutters Coltrane has his alchemy I’ve got mine: thick-rind globes…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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The Illusion of Silence

4:12 AM I wake, finger my upturned wrist check for a beat, for a promise, a message giving me some reason to rise. …   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Virtual Nostalgia

Go ahead. Fly from a chair. Navigate your laptop over the Blue Lagoon, above massive ancient glaciers to the sharp bi…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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An Ocean of Disremembering

My mother is putting a bra on over her blouse. After she tears mail to pieces, it’s nice how the woman collecting scr…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Cat Loll

This is your chance to live carefully. Right at this moment…before you pull the spun clothes from the washing machin…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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aerial landscapes

aerial landscapes Mario Giacomelli you picture Earth black white tear its colors off remind us that what mo…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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in the darkroom

in the darkroom a photograph il Piazza di Santo Pietro Roma startled by a quick kiss between young lovers wa…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Down South

Kicking up dust from the road I leave behind Grandma’s house full of shadows with its deep eaves And wraparound porc…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Nocturne, A Sonzal

Nouns go into hiding. I wake in the middle of the night And cannot remember the name of this year, this night. Def…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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I Wake a Day Late

the rain tastes salty, smells burnt, lands clear later the snowflakes seem to be avoiding falling on one another the s…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Dancing in Windy Streets

an empty 10 gallon trash bag windblown by as if animated don’t know what I’d be walking through, if my coat was made f…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Avalanche

Stand still often long before you think it might happen and listen — past the noise pulsing between your temples, th…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Nest

The blue heron flew wing-shadow low across my chest and my blue hunger was pulled into it’s wake, into the black stone…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Dedication

Click to expand * * To adjust size: PC: hold (Control) and type (-) or (+) Mac: hold (Command) and type (-) or…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Burial Ground

Click to expand* * To adjust size: PC: hold (Control) and type (-) or (+) Mac: hold (Command) and type (-) or …   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Raven Was the One

Raven was the one who unboxed the sun— hopping from the perch of whimsy to the perch of mortality— wearing a coat …   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Hibari

After Ryuchi Sakamoto You have never been redundant Made to feel useless Perhaps in deepest March unwanted, uncal…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Drought Stares Back

Drought is a broken clay cup, unglazed orange clay, with all the names of hunger written around the rim. Drought …   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Side Effects Include

wanting to sleep for at least two years a hot little hill on the right deltoid where the tall male nurse slid the fo…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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