A new poem by alumna Elizabeth T. Gray Jr. (poetry, ’09) appears online in New Orleans Review:
Because that’s how you break through, said Blake.
How you see desire for what it is.
His brown hair was matting nicely, his loincloth
getting the hang of him. He had some chants down pat
and nicely-emerging ribs. Om-most there, he quipped,
striking a pose. The horse’s ass-ana, I believe,
said Greg quietly, and we braced ourselves
for another one on the virtue
of sitting still among charred tibias and pariah dogs.
Of trying to keep it hard but not come. Of that