Confession
By Poetry Issue 103
New Year’s Day
By Poetry Issue 103
Suffering, I once believed, was a human privilege,
but in that moment I watched as God
died, as God witnessed.
To My Son Yacine
By Poetry Issue 91
My beloved son, I received your letter where you spoke to me like an adult told me all about how hard you studied at school and where I saw that your passion for learning chased all the darkness and ugliness away as you delved into the secrets of the big book of life You’re confident…
Read MoreThe Patron Saint of Losers
By Essay Issue 90
ONE OF THE STRANGER CONVERSATIONS I’ve ever had took place during my senior year of college. I was attending a conference, and during one of the coffee breaks I was talking with a scholar who had taken a shine to me. He asked if I was considering doing a PhD, and if so, in what…
Read MoreEmerson Mourns the Death of His Son
By Poetry Issue 82
I have love And a child, A banjo And shadows. It was the light, always the light. First, that absent early hour when he woke to find the world made strange, knocked awry, as if creation had suddenly undone itself, the landscape dishonored by this loss. The dawn moved haltingly toward day. He would have…
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