David Yezzi

  • The Residency

    I love my cabin and my writing table, my bright lunch pail, the mudded path. Then drinks. begin, say, five-ish—Stoli or Red Label— and keep…

  • Orts

    Tough to say from this tableful of scraps. what couples feasted here—gnawed olive stones. among the burnt ends of cold meat, the laps. of…

  • False Fire

    The players withdraw in rain, rattling over the high road. After a princely welcome, all hoopla and fol-de-rol, their shadowy spectacle…

  • Acceptance Speech

    Hear the author read this poem Accept the things you cannot change: the bleating clock, the nightly go. —dog leash in tow— around the…

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The Death of Film

You'll never hear the whirring sound of a projector again.

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How to Hunt With Poison Darts

A Borneo hunter explains one of his tribe's oldest customs: the art of the blowpipe

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A Delightful, Pixar-Inspired Cartoon

An action figure and his reluctant sidekick trek across a kitchen in search of treasure.

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I Am an Undocumented Immigrant

"I look like a typical young American."

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Why Did I Study Physics?

Using hand-drawn cartoons to explain an academic passion

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