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From the drunk tank to the graduate seminar, We are no longer the smart kids in class asks what it means to think and be, play and learn, ride bikes and make love in a world of depleting

In this debut poetry collection by award-winning author Kim Fu, incantations, mythical creatures and extreme violence illuminate small scenes of domestic life and the banal tragedies of modern love

From the monk who sets himself on fire in a crowded intersection of Saigon ("the familiar corded tendons of his hands, become / a bracken of ashes, a carbon twine of burnt"), to the salmon run in B

Comme autant de mémoires surgissant de chaque instant, les mots se fragmentent et forment le kaléidoscope de la Vie.

Craquant sous les papilles, les fruits s’offrent dans leur volupté silencieuse. Souvenirs d’enfance aussi. Parfums de nature.

Fille d’eau et de sable, sur les rives de ce long fleuve, libre d’espaces, tu imaginais tes contes de fée. Le bonheur ! Tu as couru dans les prés parmi les fleurs, les ronces, les blés.

Ma plume s’affole. Elle déverse son flot de mots exprimant un instant fugace qui éveille en moi une aura irrésistible. Vite, je capte l’effluve avant que, dans le vent, il ne s’évapore.

T.S. Eliot and Tennessee Ernie Ford, Buddha and Jesus, Jung and Heidegger. Love, solitude, obliteration, the ocean, and a sad neighbor who feeds pigeons.

In her second book, Alexandra Oliver takes us on a journey of escape from the suburbs of Canada to Glasgow, Scotland.

An old idea of reality animates the poems in The Mechanical Bird: things are never what they seem.

In his second book of poems, Jason Guriel cuts a dazzling figurewhip-smart, charismatic, with a mischievousness always eager to play for more serious stakes.

Penny Dreadfuls were popular, cheaply produced 19th century magazines filled with brutal and sensationalist tales.

Installations, David Solway’s 14th book of poetry, is haunted with transformation, Few poets possess as commanding a gift for metaphor or can use it to masterfully conjure the ever-changing landsca

“I was only born into the world,” begins one of Vincent Colistro’s poems, “didn’t invade it, didn’t ransom it for a nicer one.” Late Victorians, Colistro’s debut, is a beguilingly irreverent invest

Radio Weather confronts the changeableness of life—how existence can switch gears with the speed of announced-for snow that turns abruptly to rain.