about From the Archives: MathematicsFeatured • PoetryFrom the Archives: MathematicsAna Fortuna"We spill words on the street/afraid dreaming of vessels/but when we say goodbye/the gesture, like a wave,/draws houses on the pavement"Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Who Were They?PoetryWho Were They?Shannan Mann"Even my shadow I often found to have abandoned my body. / I sought the sun — by an eternal eclipse was I oppressed."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about राम नाम सत्य हैPoetryराम नाम सत्य हैKaran Kapoor"everyone around us echoes / into the wind / even rain has a voice"Ends in: 919 daysVist Our Maketplace
about “I, Pilgrim”Poetry“I, Pilgrim”Sam Spring"You lay your head on my lap / and soak in the strawberry lemonade sky, / sipping the last long day of June / out of your glass."Ends in: 918 daysVist Our Maketplace
about The Great PretenderPoetryThe Great PretenderAce Boggess"If I added voice to musicians in their choir, / my instrument would whine complaints. / Annexed by the troupe, / I fingered quick approximations of each note."Ends in: 2346 daysVist Our Maketplace
about At the Lobster PoundPoetryAt the Lobster PoundAndre F. Peltier"Late lunch on picnic tables / floating above Bar Harbor. / Garlic butter bliss. / My first taste of lobster. / A buck a piece in those days."Ends in: 1618 daysVist Our Maketplace
about The Capital APoetryThe Capital AAndre F. Peltier"The initial had been used / to go into debt / three or four times over. / The initial needed to die."Ends in: 1618 daysVist Our Maketplace
about The ChemistPoetryThe ChemistPatrick Beath"Yellows of sunrise and sunset, mine and his. / Sulfured pulp and ligneous page. / The word is, he’d have had / no patience for this:"Ends in: 1204 daysVist Our Maketplace
about A Lesson in Symbiotics, or How To Train a Heart to Beat Like a Friend’s HeartPoetryA Lesson in Symbiotics, or How To Train a Heart to Beat Like a Friend’s HeartPatrick Beath"This may be accompanied by / a sense of exhalation, of / relief, of surrender. You may / find yourself succumbing / to an impossible closeness."Ends in: 1220 daysVist Our Maketplace
about forgetting somethingPoetryforgetting somethingEdgar Medina"I stumble out of the grocery / store with a bouquet of a dozen / roses cuddled closely to my heart / feeling the desperation / creep from out the many / holes misplaced within / my clothing."Ends in: 462 daysVist Our Maketplace