Frederick Seidel’s new book of poems, Peaches Goes It Alone, will be published in November. (November 2018)

IN THE REVIEW

Barbara Epstein

Sometime near dawn, driving a stolen car So fast I will never arrive, Floating without a destination and without a license Along the empty highways across the Mississippi from St. Louis, Just the occasional big interstate truck’s Prong of headlights sticking into the …

Athena

Your favorites are the polar bears Who these days have to walk on snot, Global warming underfoot. Snot, not snow, is now their natural habitat with climate change And oceans rising. The polar bears are doomed and ask you why. The humid …

Ducati Years, Ducati Days

I had a girlfriend who dumped me for a better job— Which, frankly, made me laugh so hard I started to sob. I’d been so disgustingly highfalutin—so grand!—ballooning on hot air Above green pincushion fields with trees stuck in down there, Snootily …

Start Your Engines!

Lewis Hamilton, winner of the USA Formula One Grand Prix at the Circuit of the Americas, Austin, Texas, October 2016
The crowd jumps to its feet, whooping and clapping. Finally! The cars are coming onto the track. The bright blue guileless Texas sky looks down on a festive gaiety of matching baseball caps on girlfriends and boyfriends, wives and husbands, plump kids and lean kids, white and whiter—almost no African-Americans—friendly …

Trump

I look past the big face of my computer At what was once New York Outside my window And now is a plateau Of smiling bra-less Breasts of the contestants. It’s time to wake From this cryogenic sleep In which I’ve been …

Envoi

In memory of Jeanette Bonnier (1934–2016) Someone dear to me Rises from her hospice bed, Removes her body and her hair, Starts walking through the air transparently, Starts walking through the air going somewhere. Then I woke. Birds singing ask if I believe in God. The buds are …

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