Halation

 

With her, you are more. Morning now. You are
horizontal in the guest bed most of the time. You
are awake and horizontal more than you have ever
been. She is awake most. Bassinet. You think
bassinet may be the problem. Sideways, you
watch midsections of trees, the tic-tac-toe box
of windowpanes. If X wins today, she will sleep
more than an hour. X like an eye floater lands in
the center of a pane. O goes in the corner. That’s
as far as you get before forgetting where the …

September Poetry Curator Matthew Olzmann

I’m Kind of a Homebody

Matthew Olzmann is the author of three poetry collections, most recently Constellation Route. He is an assistant professor at Dartmouth College. Zócalo’s poetry curator for September, Olzmann chatted with us …

Black and white photo of three white flags and their poles strung to a dirt empty ground. The flags are flying to the left, seemingly from wind, with the creases making the flags look like icebergs.

New Day

If we perceive barely a sliver of our reality,
the knowable only a small part of what’s out there,

that fat bee bumping up against the window,
the faint sound of …

Unsolved Mystery

 

It is always some northern state.

Michigan. Minnesota. A road, two lanes,

in a soft twilight. Tame woods

on either side, railroad tracks

that …

Catalog for a Lover (May 9th)

 

Woke with your name knocking
the light of my teeth.

Our love years distant now,
still there are things
I thought you should see.

Mountain laurel giving itself
the kiss of my …

Glasses Crow on Fiat Money

 

You’d think there’s more     copper     in a black man
blood     than in a penny—every time they shoot
dollar signs     spring from his back     don’t matter