Poetry – BIG OTHER

Blackcap, by Arthur Sze

V E R G E: she sets type by hand and loves how the spaces between letters and between…

My teacher said nothing is never not entangled in emptiness. Even the perpetual “bullet-like” trajectories of the sacred. Or…

We are pleased to nominate the following fiction, poetry, and nonfiction pieces for inclusion in Sundress Publications‘s Best of…

The Interrupted Blanket the effort to remain ambiguous while your heart is beating —broken heart as shadowplay I stand…

What to Eat The way to be a powerful forty-year-old woman is not to eat. The way to be…

Moods at Noon I was rude to the king of soap. My childhood is no excuse or even the…

Garden In the first weeks we already knew this was history, that you’d speak of our nakedness, the flat…

Gravitas, an oval shape. We partially shot our windows, our idiot boxes so we don’t see your faces. The…

Catullus Sails to China (1) Now that my sojourn is circling a drain Should I slow this engine down…

I don’t ask experts I take a different route along a stream back up to the main road and…