I’ve never worked at a fish processing plant, but I’ve met a few people who have.

Memoirist, editor extraordinaire, and dedicated literary citizen, it’s hard to miss Lilly Dancyger either out in the world or across the internet’s literary platforms

It’s not the first time / someone did wrong, and you / smelled your blame

Well, a lot happens in our lives every day. We experience so many things and most of what we experience—most of what we see and feel and smell and touch and taste—we forget. Because there's just too much information to take in. But the things that lodge in our minds and that come back to us as memories or that we hold on to, I think there's a reason. And that's because it's a poem waiting to happen.

Her body and mine are the same shape. By reason, this means mine can be touched. I still can’t stomach it.

My mother wrote a poem on her deathbed / after five bleak months of leukemia. / Something in Arabic to the effect of, Why me?

Foxes keep showing up. Their voice contains a baby crying at night.

After death the heart sometimes keeps beating / a little. Or after it’s removed / from the body.

Who you are, what made me assent—all I know’s I was hopeful and bored / reposing in the Delta Sky Club

I thought I was undesirable. Unlovable, sounding / Just like a Bachelor lead, with way less privilege, not / Kissing generically gorgeous ladies in Forever 21 gowns.

My Jewish wife and I / went into the Old City / through Damascus Gate / to eat sweet orange squares of knafeh.

I was shimmying on stage, apoplectic in the harsh blue neons, when I remembered I have loved you my whole life.

Meanwhile, my sister and I / rate our father’s revenge stories by punchline.

As an undergraduate at NYU, Daniel Lefferts found mythical beings: students at the Stern School of Business. They eschewed the de rigueur American Apparel hoodies and skinny jeans in favor of Patagonia vests, khakis.

Some call this cloud work, some call / this clever crows riding the updrafts.

When the water recedes, a flock of / small stones appears along the shore

“Define Situationship” should really / be a Jeopardy! question

Carolyn Hembree’s For Today is a triumph of Mississippi Delta poetry.

Isabella Rosselini said she loved her father’s big belly / because it reminded her of how he used to sit in bed / all day writing

For months, small gold crowns have fallen from the sky.

The return trip has a map already. Surviving in sugar waters, in rhythms of algae. / The earth in the hollow is breaking—I knew it instinctively, and in my mind, insects were swarming, traversing the city of your map.

You drive the El Camino with the gold phoenix etched on the hood. Two other boys ride with you. Your younger brother and one of his friends...

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The last time I was here I was really in here. I have been here. I know that I have been here. These people are in my home and they are watching my TV.