• Three Poems by Ghérasim Luca, translated from French by Austin Carder

    love torrent emptiness chair / the empty chair / the torrential and empty chair suspended in meta-emptiness / the meta-chair is suspended by the torrential rope of meta-emptiness... Read More

    I Am From the Last Country I Am From by Jack Jung

    A double negative / Is an erasure back to square one / On the cadence hitherto ripped from sources / Once well-known... Read More

    Three Chinese Characters by Jaime Robles

    His flight is alone despite the stars decorating his path. / When you write his name like a ladder, / A small hook at the end of one leg, / Does it anchor him to earth or sky... Read More

    Five Poems by Jacques Prevel, translated from French by Caleb Bouchard

    And I remember the regrets / Those winged monsters of great departures / Darkening the sky and delivering us the night / And in their talons taking us to a country / where we were human / Standing faceless... Read More

    Three Poems by Elizabeth Robinson

    Arise awry. Bless bliss. / This: thus sun sung / on dawn. Bird burred / in song insensate as / asters stir tulips. Two lips / address: undress, win kisses / in chaos endured... Read More

    Two Poems by Amish Trivedi

    Maybe it’s a blessing that we get to die. / The world I cannot recommend to you. / My miracle year was any before this one. / Rubbing the ashes of two good days into a wounded knee... Read More

    Excerpt from The Witch, A Play by Thera Webb

    Tremendous suffering and beauty I bring / to the atlas of delight a new river. / Your body breathes above the clouds, / you’re hung by the heels. A pinnate leaf / waving to the water... Read More

    Four Poems by Emmanuel Merle, translated from French by Jeffrey Jullich

    These people, it’s simple, / they’re like creases in reality, folds found / in rocks, bulges on tree trunks, these strange / bodies wound the pupil of my eye, forcing me to look... Read More

    Two Poems by Barry Schwabsky

    I lick the pollen from the nooks and crannies of your voice / it had settled there in anticipation / the wind shifts direction like a verse / you once impressed on my lips... Read More

    Confession by Martine Bellen

    Who seeks an old poem? / A poem / long in the tooth / losing / its words? / Who seeks a poem / that forgets? / The poem / placed a post / in the help / wanted section / of the virtual paper... Read More