Self-Portrait as M.C. Escher Drawings
Kaleidoscopes in the eyes
fracture her clavicles onto
the ceiling, his stubble projected
onto the wall across the room.
Flower vases hang
in the air.
Everything is where
nothing is.
It’s...
The Art of the Found Poem: Interview With Nazifa Islam
Nazifa Islam is the author of the poetry collections Searching for a Pulse (Whitepoint Press, 2013) and Forlorn Light: Virginia Woolf Found Poems (Shearsman...
Rungs for Birds
The process of growing brancheslooks painful,brutal even.I gaze upat this treeand the branches arespears.Did they erupt from the tree  in ecstasy,or were they receivedwith much...
What We Do When the Power Comes Back On
Empty the freezer of meats in foil,
many from lost origins. Have we eaten lion?
Does the black bear howl with regret?
What of the skunk &...
Gestures Toward Life
a found poem: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
To write is a kind of madness when God is without meaningthe mind slack with solitudeand...
