Now,after / when—she / he dies, after a few hours ofhearing her / his name on the radio, my daughter will ask, why was she / he so important, why is anyone so important? I play her a song—we’re. go. in. down downdown—she listens, nods, begins tosway. He made us happy, I say, people are not …
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Nick Flynn
Nick Flynn has worked as a ship’s captain, an electrician, and as a case-worker with homeless adults. These poems are from his latest book, I Will Destroy You. His work has been translated into fifteen languages.
Arthur Asa
Arthur Asa was born in Monterrey City, México. He speaks less and draws more every day. As it should be.
