...Benjamin S. Grossberg Benjamin S. Grossberg Before I Say She Is Dead, She Is Dead But the knowledge is inside me like a hummingbird in my mouth, buzzing there, its bright beating against the inside of my cheeks, on my tongue, the long, scraping needle of its bill. I open my mouth for small talk...

...Matthew Olzmann © 2008 the minnesota review 2008 23 Matthew Olzmann Dead Beetles Stuffed with Cocaine Despite being eight centimeters long and having traveled (in a suitcase) over 7,000 miles, you’re...

...Francine Witte © 2010 by Virginia Tech 2010 Francine Witte Why Kiley Roberts Left Me for Dead Maybe the moon knows why. Moon sits all night in the sky and watches and watches and sees everything. I know the moon saw the last of Kiley Roberts as he edged himself into the pickup round...

...Alysia Gonzales [email protected] Copyright © 2023 Alysia Gonzales 2023 Alysia Gonzales The Dead Tree The lemon tree has aphids, I said. Gideon was in his boxers sipping his morning coffee and checking his phone, his morning ritual. He did not look up. He picked...

...Robert F. Reid-Pharr This article argues that the contemporary forms of macho populism dominating much of US political and cultural life have their ideological and aesthetic roots in the country’s vexed relationship to the memory of its own violence, particularly the many images of dead...

...D. Vance Smith This article examines the various limits of knowledge in Chaucer’s Pardoner’s Tale as a critique of finitude in object-oriented philosophy and speculative realism. The phrase “death shall be dead” is the form of the receding limits that emerge when finitude is revoked, the lack...

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...Katelyn Pike [email protected] Copyright © 2024 Katelyn Pike 2024 Lindy Conners woke up dead on the day she would have turned twenty-five. For a single blissful moment, she remained oblivious to her new state. She stretched her arms and legs out across the mattress, reveling...

... , www.bostonreview.net/forum/poetry-brink . Roggenbuck Steve . 2010 . i am like october when i am dead . www.iamlikeoctoberwheniamdead.com . ———. 2011a . “Doctrine on ‘Internet Poetry.’” Internet Poetry , internetpoetry.tumblr.com/doctrine . ———. 2011b . “Raising Poetry to the Level of Internet...

... where we can. Perhaps our word-filled thoughts shift our realities to help us grieve. After all this loss, I m more willing to shed my skepticism and find beauty and meaning where I can. A dead bird isn t beautiful, only it is, incredibly, almost more beautiful than in life, because you can closely...

...Julian Zabalbeascoa © 2015 Julian Zabalbeascoa 2015 Julian Zabalbeascoa ¡Viva la Muerte! In Spain the dead are more alive than the dead of any other place in the world: their profile wounds like...

... a scrub pile so no flame will lick any part of the land it’s not supposed to, scorch a border of black, 15 feet wide, around piles of dead limbs, rotting leaves and tangled thistles, then a bit of gas, a far flung match, wet sacks and water tank...

... Travis . 2016 . “ The Extraordinary Cost of Retrieving Dead Bodies from Mount Everest .” Washington Post , May 27 . washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2016/05/27/the-extraordinary-cost-of-retrieving-dead-bodies-from-mount-everest . Baudrillard Jean . 1988 . America . Translated...

... times. Shelly and I ate popcorn and folded flyers, waiting for the show to come on. The flyers, designed by Earlene’s son in one of his split-second stints on the wagon, showed dead possums piled up alongside the highway and Jesus stooping with a garbage bag. LET’S CLEAN...

... where people “live in the shells of houses and offices” and where the landscape is a “pocked and pitted scar tissue of bomb wreckage” (151), is beginning to accu- mulate as lithostratigraphy. Beyond Wreck City exists an even more liminal area, the Dead Forest, a site for making visible chemo...

.... The woman holds her hands out to the man. The woman asks if the bird in her hands is alive or dead. The man doesn’t know. The giants know and cannot say. The giants hope the man stays silent. But the man says, The bird is dead. The woman releases the bird. The giants reach out to catch the bird...

... Haven, a headline reads “Skeleton Found In Upended Tree on Green.” With pictures of somebody’s skull in the root ball, Death Investigator down in the pit fetching bones. Witnesses at the muddy scene offer their views: dead man trying to tell a tale, says one. The dog walker...

... one duck after another until they tumble out of the sky like a rain of feathered boots. Supply trucks show up with crates of fresh ammuni­ tion. When there are no more ducks left, I shoot all the owls, then all the flamingos and the bald eagles. My brother won’t eat any of the dead. He keeps...

... from their dark ditches, the girls fall into sleep like a deep pond and so they don’t see the hand- some carnie driving back in an empty car, or with a marriage certifi- cate in the glove box and the rest of his and his bride’s lives glittering like the fish that people win at night and find dead...