Smell of Hay, The
Phillips, Carl
If I speak of suffering,
I don’t mean, this time, how it refines us,
I mean less its mu…
Category: New England Review
Postcards from Chicagoland
Pritchard, Will
Every metropolis decides, one way or another, what to call that version of itself that in…
Watercolors at Year’s End
Rojas, Andres
Your trees were, rightly, secondary,
a wash of sun and sky, branches
fat as ve…
Goat, The
Saba, Umberto
I’ve spoken to a goat.
She was alone out in the field, and leashed.
Sated with grass, drenched</…
An augury, in leaving
Bertolucci, Atillio
The sky is dark-blue and gray but the sun, which has hidden, in setting changes gray to pi…
Fear
Frost, Carol
Dusk bled. For the frightened fledgling Silence’s sake
it barely moved, the jugular going pale,
and …
Abstract Art and the Regeneration of Mankind
Marks, Steve G
From 1910 on, Russian visual artists ceaselessly pushed the limits of th…
Chronicle of the Ship of Fools
Darton, Eric
Satursay, August 12, 194-, 11:47 P.M.
The story comes to the city as a newcomer, …
Limen
Trethewey, Natasha
All day I’ve listened to the industry
of a single woodpecker, worrying the catalpa tree
just …
The Law of Nature: Questions and Answers
Volney, Count
Characters of the Law of Nature. Q. What are the characters of the law of nat…
