Black Holes Can Sing
by Kathleen Ellis To sing, was singing, the lowest note in the universe, too low for humans to hear, 57 octaves below middle C. Is there a score
As Though the Dead
by Peter Schireson I watched my brother ailing, kneeling in a soundproof room mistaking himself for the devil, and the silence clinched me to him
Memorial
by Peter Schireson I’m coming to the cemetery tonight and I’m going to lie on top of your grave, baby pull a blanket up over us, me on the grass,
Protecting Our Own
by Charlene Langfur What do we do now? Global warming is rising. It’s not surprising. I walk out into the world in spite of it. Each day I pass
Hermaphropoetics / Blood
by Rochelle Owens In an early version a deaf mute a hermaphrodite captured after the siege a hermaphrodite emptied of allegory seated on the
Sunday Morning Coming Up
by Mark Terrill Sunday morning coming up out of the subway in Berlin the last shreds of lucidity torn away from the streets not far from the