The Halves

Many there.
There were ma.
Many did tha.
Many undid tha.

The undone is.
They are speaking.

There were many who,
meanwhile were many.

Do you manage?
If so why i?

Ordinarily men
seeking wedgies the.
They this.

And that was all a bet
unto the jousting which was.

In Lon just.
In Lon just no

When they and Lon
the bat backer be.

In the backing th
under a cleft
gannets no.

That was a lot
come down th
and lack of
under the store th.
Me like methink i.

The barn.
The big sto.
Gravel on the la
yes that and festoon o

why the
and we’ll never
not two states ev

and no more store no mo
they fly by and take

just make sure to.

Jacquelyn Shah, 2018

Remixed work:

The Haves, by John Ashbery

The Ordinary Course of Things


All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea, that spacious wound,
is never full,

just as thirst rarely answers
the simplest star: blue flame
projecting distance, a bell
of darkness, known.

How small the creation!
Hurried through many changes naked,
finally compelled to crawl,
it does not wake,

I wish–I cannot think—
a sort of vague feeling comes over me,
glimpse of lamp burning low—
that I have asked all this before.


The mind is its own place,
a far-off hazy multitudinous assemblage
of bells, and wheels, and flowers
at a high pitch of velocity;
little craters all burning, lava flowing uphill;
gigantic ruins and the strange bright constellations;
shadows of clouds feeding on each other—
a moving curtain of the earth and sky
that has been already in the ages before us—
Was it person? Was it thing?
was it touch or whispering?

It comes without meaning
a knot on a piece of string,
minute in its distinctness,
beautiful in its time,
as it threads the darkness.


When thunder and lightning were first found
to be due to secondary causes,
some regretted to give up the idea
that each flash was caused by
the direct hand of God,
their regal gold-inwoven tatters,
the shadow passed from between us
through the dark Areal Hall,
a double consciousness,
that crooked tree, its roots full of caves
that had grown as the world grew
in the changing light of heaven and of eyes.
Let it glide where it will,
like wings of flaws and holes:
time will do wonders.

Claire Bateman, 2018

Remixed works:

Various writings by Charles Darwin
The works of George Eliot
The Book of Ecclesiastes
Paradise Lost, by John Milton
The Water Babies, by Charles Kingsley

The Country I’m From

This is the country of the future – houses abandoned,
streets with holes, power lines hanging down. And it
really ought to get to stay here rather than be turned

into coffee tables and electric guitars. I’ve never been
in a war zone but I’m pretty sure this is what it feels like.
These kids freezing in the tents could easily be my children.

I’m not a journalist, not a secret agent, I don’t need to know
everything about everyone. It all comes down to wording.
The orange splotches have been added to suggest wind.

Howie Good, 2018

Remixed works:
Scientists: Long-Buried Ice Age Forest Offers Climate Change Clues, by Debbie Elliott
Brief Encounters, Enduring Portraits of the Displaced, by Jori Finkel

I Am Aziz Ansari

Caitlin Iona - I-am-Aziz-Ansari-Found-Poem

Caitlin Iona, 2018

Remixed works:

“I went on a date with Aziz Ansari. It turned into the worst night of my life”, by Katie Way
“Aziz Ansari is not the woke desi feminist we thought he was”, by Harnidh Kaur
“The pursuit of white women: Brown actors like Aziz Ansari have reduced brown women to a punchline”, by Nadya Agrawal
“Assault is not a feeling. The Aziz Ansari story shows why language matters”, by Tiffany Wright
“The Aziz Ansari furore isn’t the end of #MeToo. It’s just the start”, by Sarah Solemani
“Has #MeToo gone too far, or not far enough? The answer is both”, by Laura Kipnis
“10 Thoughts On Grace, Aziz Ansari, And Girls Who Don’t Give A F _ CK: Notes From A Sexual Literacy Educator”, by Natasha Singh
“Aziz Ansari and the Struggle to Trust the ‘Feminist’ Men of Hollywood”, by Cate Young
“this whole Aziz Ansari story is deeply irresponsible journalism.”, by @skinnymarie
“Let’s be honest about Aziz Ansari”, by Lucia Brawley
“The Humiliation of Aziz Ansari”, by Caitlin Flanagan
“HLN Host Ashleigh Banfield Slams Aziz Ansari Accuser: ‘You Have Chipped Away at a Movement’”, by Patrick Shanley
“Aziz Ansari Is Guilty. Of Not Being a Mind Reader.”, by Bari Weiss
“Babe, what are you doing?”, by Julianne Escobedo Shepherd
“What’s the difference between a bad date and a wild night? It depends who you ask”, by Hadley Freeman


The origin of adults
is shrouded in mystery.
Nothing is known
about what they first looked like
or the circumstances
that made their appearance possible.
Identification is complicated
by extreme variability.
Nomenclature is incredibly jumbled,
and species are juggled about
with capricious ease.
Many can change
their proportions
drastically, become
extremely contracted
or unnaturally distorted.
Sharply toothed, they may
be mistaken for ghosts,
but they break into pieces
at the slightest provocation,
so are best left alone.

Claire Bateman, 2018

Remixed works:

The Audubon Society Field Guide Series
The Peterson Field Guide Series


It is impossible
to transplant time,

to dig up without injury
the full root system

bluish, delicate, forked,
neither male nor female.

Transverse candelabra
seen only with the aid
of a binocular microscope,

it spreads and speeds
faster than it dies.

Claire Bateman, 2018

Remixed works:

The Audubon Society Field Guide Series
The Peterson Field Guide Series