Poetry by Shane McCrae
Banjo Yes Recalls His First Movies
Banjo Yes Recalls His First Movies
2 sections from A Quiet Book
The Dogfather | Contemporary Poem
First Girdle | Bikini Bridge
[They have another dish for the fallen petals]…
from Winter: Aphorisms
Demolition Day | Nocere
The man who spoke with his hands was not deaf nor did he speak with his hands because he was communicating with deaf people….
I’m at the Other Side with Abby, trying to figure out which is worse, straight celebrities who wear red ribbons to show they really…
The truth was, Paul knew virtually nothing about classical music, and didn’t remember the name of the last piece at last night’s concert, or…
Alex was her problem, two ways. One, her problem to supervise in Singapore, and two, her problem in that she’d asked for him, or…
The father of the deceased—when interviewed for television—said, with a solitary tear in his stoic eye, that “she didn’t have a wicked bone in…
It’s 2013, and I’m visiting an elderly professor in an assisted living facility in the college town where I live. I haven’t seen him…
“AAA says there’s at least an hour wait,” my friend Madeline says, sullenly dragging a hand through her hair. It is a muggy July…