Approaching Winter
“Perhaps we knew we were headed for/ Winter, perhaps we knew this was our last summer./ For why else would we/ Insist on taking the boat out to the sea.” Weekend poem, by Pooja Garg Singh.
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Second Wife
“Each time since they were married Adam had pushed her on the bed and pounced at her flesh like an animal. The sight of her bruised and bleeding body failed to deter him.” Story of the Week (January 24), by Zvezdana Rashkovich.
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Rectangle Print
“Rothko knew his paintings were brash/ the kind of fare that would usurp/ viewer confidence…” Poem of the Week (January 21) by Matthew Schmidt.
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Wrecker’s Ball
“The sea heaves in,/ out of breath, searches/ deep pockets for shells.” Weekend poem, by Nancy Anne Miller.
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Antidote
“Just as our gullible nation thought it had discovered freedom that bleak winter, I—too—naively thought I had discovered the Cure.” Story of the Week (January 17), by Noha Al-Badry.
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On the acquisition of language
“For we are children of/ legacies that took our tongues…” Poem of the Week (January 14), by Sanaa Jatoi.
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At Capernaum, boats
“This is the Port of the boat people/ After Dessalines and Duvalier, HIV and cholera/ After tornado and tremblor…” Weekend poem, to mark the anniversary of the Haitian earthquake, by John Robert Lee.
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Something Wicked
“The rest of it is what she’s come to expect from the popular Antiguan soca band… Except this one is less playful and more aggressive. ‘Kick een she back door’ the singer sings with glee, and Essie sings along.” Story of the Week (December 10), by Joanne C. Hillhouse.
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trickery
“i’ve taken to unpicking mirrors…/ i’ve stuffed your tourist dolls/ into the magician’s hat.” Poem of the Week (January 7), by Iain Britton.
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Slumber-Party Games
“That is the effect I have on all of them./ They lose control around me./ They all must be in love with me.” Weekend poem, by Megan Dobkin.
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