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Ode to Westminster Street
We do not know what a body can do… / how when she crossed the street read more
Russell in the Road
Whenever the revolution breaks out / in this country, he's ready to go, dressed / in camouflage all the way up to the visor read more
Review of SYSTEM OF GHOSTS by Lindsay Tigue
System of Ghosts is not an archive of spirits or dead things, but an analysis of the living. The reader is not a complacent audience waiting to be entertained, but an active traveler. read more
Away
When the inflatable bouncy castle I’m jumping in with a handful of five-year-olds is lifted off the ground by a gust of wind, I think of my cousin Garnet and her story of being snatched by a hawk. read more
Two Poems
I was looking for you and I took a swim in your pool./
It wasn’t your pool. You never had a pool. It’s the house read more
From The Apartment on Market Street: Brett Favre’s Penis
JACK CHRISTIAN is the author of Family System, which won the 2012 Colorado Poetry Prize. Other excerpts from "The Apartment on Market Street" have appeared in Carolina Quarterly and The Weeklings. read more
Review of Trey Moody’s Thought That Nature
J.G. MCCLURE is an MFA candidate at the University of California - Irvine. His poems and prose appear in Gettysburg Review, Colorado Review, The Pinch, and the Southern Poetry Anthology, among others. He is the Craft Essay Editor and Assistant Poetry Editor of Cleaver, and is at work on his first collection. See more at jgmcclure.weebly.com. read more
From The Apartment on Market Street: A Visit to Macy’s
JACK CHRISTIAN is the author of Family System, which won the 2012 Colorado Poetry Prize. Other excerpts from "The Apartment on Market Street" have appeared in Carolina Quarterly and The Weeklings. read more
Three Poems
Don’t Blame masks. Blame smoke./
Blame the tricky sorcery/ read more
Where We Go When All We Were is Gone
I’m dancing in Shibuya’s Hachiko Square with hundreds of people. We flail wildly, bark at bystanders, and have a general disregard for our well-being. read more
Three Poems
Because there are many ways to lose yourself:/
with a blue heart gushing into the ocean,/
or sighing like a city that has tired of standing. read more