Skip to content
Menu

Tempest

By John Ashbery Poetry

As usual Tempest’s strands were many. In conversation she was like a fisherman with a number of lines which she was constantly checking, to see if some unlucky bullhead or catfish might have gone for the bait.

Read More

Sacred and Profane Dances

By John Ashbery Poetry

The words can suddenly turn to vapor or stones. They have a way of wriggling out of our grasp just when we thought to touch them. This can happen to the wise as well as to the foolish.

Read More

ATTAINDER

By John Ashbery Poetry

This evil that I feel, that I taste, that makes the roads slick, is there no end, no fruition to it? It comes from somewhere, sufficient to find out where.

Read More

Start

By Benjamin Paloff Poetry

And because I’m a taker by nature, / I am suspicious, exhausted, on guard / against tax refunds, friendships, erasures

Read More

If you like Image, you’ll love ImageUpdate.

Subscribe to our free newsletter here: