“By making breath more evident, more material, more dwelled-upon, they make black breath matter, implicitly insist that black lives matter.”

The morning’s horn extended a palmful of 
   sand. I felt a dry sprig on my face, frozen

To celebrate our event tomorrow with Nathaniel Mackey at 92Y’s Unterberg Poetry Center, we’re publishing two poems from his latest collection, Blue Fasa.  STICK CITY BHAJAN—“mu” sixty-sixth part—    If I saw myself I saw myself
stagger. To see was to …