You’ve forgotten the names of your homemade saintswho crowd in the dark behind your thin lids.In the veil you’ve drawn betweenHere and Not Here, they pray for your releasewhether you believe in...
This poem is part of the special section, New Poems of U.S. History, reflecting on the 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence selected by editors...
Escape Velocity
Whenever clouds enshroudOrion’s hourglass of starsand the moon stays concealed,I feel a sadness, as if left alone.
Yet how many times have I seen,in...
Merton in East Asia
Those daysthat carried him
never carried himfar enough
Thomas Merton foresawhis death in a vision
and still flew to Thailandon a speaking tour
An accidentalcrown...
Dance is a visceral celebration of the mind, body and spirit in motion.
Dance is an underlying pulsating breath expressed through flesh.
Dance is rhythm, flow,...
Dead Man's Toenails
Every time I look down, there he is—thick disease-ridden hooves for nails,
dad's gift to me. I've resented them my entirelife. Briefly the...
To define something is to set limits or boundaries, yet many practitioners of the elusive, ephemeral medium of dance, especially in a restless, novelty-driven...
The poems in this post are part of a special section, curated by Ori Z Soltes and Robert Bettmann, The Jewish Experience.
DocumentAerie
Hardly anybody can...
These poems were commissioned by Day Eight within a project funded by DC Mayor Muriel Bowser's Office of AAPI Affairs, directed by Regie Cabico.
Asian...
Doors locked, we hide the keys
Jeans frayed across the knees
On our backs beneath the stars
Basking in an autumn breeze
She spies Polaris, points out Mars
They’re...
