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"A penchant for beauty in no way predisposes a person to justice."
"We do not show you the numbers; instead, we fill your bookshelves with famous and should-be-famous women. Look, look,look—we say did you know—and we did not know."
"Depending on how you define burial, the ending is unspectacular."
A professor of many years, C. D. Albin is a native of West Plains, Missouri, and the recipient of the 2017 Missouri Author Award in Fiction.
Crow murmurs thesepaintings to me andi whisper them to you
A piece by St. Paul-based poet Danez Smith.
"On an ancient doorway’s thresholdI pause, not contained or released ... "
"Say you know me, and say it again."
"You should never trust a poem that ends with aquestion ..."
You don’t say. Then there’s a man takinganother man inside himself ...
Watch to be sated. The brain nestsa splintered thought that seedsits own creation ...
I have inherited these feetfrom the trust fund of feara garage full of rusting knickknacksstored in a body shop of intent ...
When Genevieve was only six her fatherdied one evening. An electric storm cloudswallowed her lunchbox ...
"My mother is indigenous to nowhere. My lips curl in bloodat the rising of the father. Black is not a primary color."
"The man—the salesman—at the mattress store was beautiful. And very loved. But he loved only mattresses, their beautiful contusions, their floral sighs as bodies broke them in on winter nights ..."
The Washington Post says that green burials areon the rise, as baby boomers plan for their future ...
A poem inspired by a work from a Midwestern artist.
Fifty percent of our marriages endedin stalemate, the rest in restaurants.
The women gatherlike painted brides/ a tapestryof eyes/ hands/ knees/ hearts like open baskets ...
This poem is excerpted from the book BLOOM written by Jay Erickson, who wrote it after being diagnosed with advanced testicular cancer in 2013. 100% of the book profits go towards rare cancer research. Erickson lives in Pawling, New York with his wife and two daughters.
"Who ever made music of a mild day?"
A little inspiration for your day from St. Louis poet Jennifer Goldring.
Poet Jeff Friedman shares "Legerdemain."