Poetry by Alicia Byrne Keane
A Habit | and other poems
Read MoreA Habit | and other poems
Read MoreEarlier tonight, I sat on my apartment balcony in the cold and stared at the few stars that rampant light pollution allowed to break through. . .
Read MoreReflection, on Blackberries “It is my mouth forever, I am in love with it” My mother told me that when she was a…
Read Moreas genuinely interested in the pursuit of wisdom as she is resigned to the belief that she will never achieve it. . .
Read MoreThe three poems I have translated mark the beginning and end of our affair. . .
Read MoreFor no good reason, I had myself convinced that any meaningful momentum would come from escape. . .
Read MoreAs If by Dana Levin
Read MoreOver weeks of daily bird-watching, he noticed a sharp decline in the numbers of brown thrashers and tufted titmice. . .
Read MoreI mostly think I’m tethered to those sidewalks, and those cracks form an autobiography where the roses figure the concrete. . .
Read MoreAt night you hear it again, the thunder breaking the sky, the sky flinging complicated rain against the glass windows, threatening to come in. . .
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