Melissa Studdard – The way the Boer goat
The way the Boer goat looks, grazing forbs and shrubs, horns the color of moon waning crescent—so like our faces fading beneath hospital lights. It’s true that for months we ignored the rustling in the brush, the feral breeze. We couldn’t admit what crouched inside it. Now, what settles first is not the doctor’s words […]
Jan Beatty – At Moe’s
At Moe’s I was reading at Moe’s on Telegraph, legendary Berkeley bookstore praised by The San Francisco Chronicle: “India has the Taj Mahal, Berkeley has Moe’s Books.” There was a Beyonce concert in San Francisco that night, so the crowd was thin but rabid with book buying, and the magical Joyce Jenkins of Poetry Flash […]
Rae Armantrout – Conjugations
Conjugations Declarative pointing precedes language. We’re joined here at the bear in the Santa suit, the black capped chickadee, the beaded cottage with no way in or out. See? You press a stuffed frog to a stuffed pig and look up. “Are they kissing?” “Are they fighting?” we ask, jumping to our old conclusions. […]
