Death and Amtrak

On a night train to Albany.
The cars slid North on the tracks
And rain splattered grime
Around the sealed windows.

Revelations

“And the moment I was able to look them / in the eye, they opened theirs, // as surprised as I was to find themselves alive.” A new poem from Jon Swan.

Cows

“The problem was excusable, almost: / that they thought there should be a place / in the world that would welcome them. / But why?” A new poem from Steven Kleinman.

Gazing

“so now we […] may nightly observe […] the deft undoing of what we once / had thought would long endure.” A new poem from Jon Swan.