Matrimonial Agency

 

She fumbled for the bedside lamp as her husband asked who was it now, for the love of Pete, and what made college students think they could wake up their professors in the middle of the night. She kissed his forehead and told him it was probably one of those wrong numbers again.

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.

Two Poems

“And then there will be another election, / and then the takers of bribes will be shown the door, / or possibly fed to the dogs.” Two new poems from Stephanie Burt.

Song of the Anonymous Woman

 

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Ariadne is lost. Derrida is by her side, no help at all. She’d gotten a rejection letter that morning: the stakes of her writing are too low, it said. The editors didn’t see the urgency of questioning ‘I love you.’ Ariadne closes the email; she reads a passage of Derrida. She reads another, at random.

Things Made of Brass

In this poem, Liz Marlow speaks to the fear of bullets killing our loved ones. “I know the unlikeliness / of a bullet / shot into the air / killing / my children . . . ”