Cut loose from a clock’s single chime, she is a barefoot jockey, a silver medallion, an Olympic swimmer, wading night’s onyx wilderness. Walking the lunar beams, she is an aerialist, balancing herself with a comet’s…
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Reading Your Poems Translated From Polish by Tana Jean Welch
READING YOUR POEMS TRANSLATED FROM THE POLISH— snow and origami swans were almost enough to keep me from drinking away another night. Almost like the simple beagle waving her tail is also almost enough,…
The Adulteress’ Requiem for the Fall by Tana Jean Welch
The local woman with Tourette’s is outside cursing our red brick building. Someone has stirred her up the way the tip of a finger can tilt the stack of dishes just enough …
U.S. Authorities Have about 14,000 Sets of Human Remains Lacking Identification by Tana Jean Welch
The last time I saw her she was leaving. I tried to count the soft hairs on the nape of her neck as my boatman rowed her across the pond away from my personal island….
The Triumph of Light over Darkness, Vienna, 1904 by Tana Jean Welch
Shunned by the University for suggesting human existence consists of nothing more than the infinitely repeated cycle of birth, copulation, and death—Klimt guards his nearly finished mural with a shotgun, shouting to his detractors from…