Little Green Brush by Meg Shevenock
What remains of me in bristles, is hair blonde and close as a lion’s fur. What remains of worms are carapaces. Putting disgust aside, I confess the worms are maggots, whose carapaces, indeed, once held hearts. The heart of a maggot is an arch or series of arches evolved to pump blood through the body...... Read More
Introducing Lunar Ring Finger by Annie Le Brun, forthcoming September 15, 2026
Preorders for Annie Le Brun’s Lunar Ring Finger are now available. Lunar Ring Finger is a festival of seismic language that summons the unbound horizon of imagination against the calamitous azure of a hyper-mediated world. In her final standalone book of poetry, and here her first to be translated into English, Annie Le Brun erodes... Read More
One Poem by Timothy Ashley Leo
speaking of ‘the body’ / [ must we ] take care / with catharsis, with tongue / * / this is more of a comment, / then a question, / a refined sense of time / * / half a window-wall of books / stacked / to the height of a child / *... Read More
Three Poems by Thea Brown
cluster of wedelia oxeye expression so abundant almost secret common clockwork. Yes bodies no body the one everyone is bored by nearby. The banks overrun and the reporter only says submerged roots and stay away. My listening face swells and hardens but not like you think. The hubcaps spin backward.... Read More
Action Books, Black Ocean, Black Sun Lit, Changes & Wendy’s Subway AWP Offsite Reading at Le Mondo
Friday, March 6, 2026, 5:30 PM: Please join Action Books, Black Ocean, Black Sun Lit, Changes & Wendy's Subway for an AWP offsite reading, featuring Jimin Seo, Chariot Wish, Leslie McIntosh, Laura Newbern, Joe Hall, Nathan Hoks, Johannes Göransson, Elisa Gabbert, Jane Lewty, Kimberly Alidio, Jonathan Larson, Jared Daniel Fagen, ML Martin, Ted Dodson, Leia... Read More
One Poem by Laura Jaramillo
I want to say / I feel it too / a formless / lacerating / loneliness / collectively / inflicted / individually / wounded / not clean / or cauterized / many days like / this a thumb pressed / down at the top / of the skull / someone advances / a theory but... Read More
One Poem by Bradley King
We secret / – ly prepare // Rehearsal / one is / a quest / ion the / other is / a state / ment / which / would / you like / to he – / ar first / I ha – / ve two / things / to say / to you //... Read More
My cloud by Vincent Broqua, trans. from French by Léon Pradeau
let the snow fall / from screens * / white / fingered / noise / the constellation / of him = / you-flakes / projected / what courses / from you = / translating / the spectacle / of your signals * / shape / to come = / furtive diva / Empty scene, nothing... Read More
Link by André Breton, trans. from French by Austin Carder
Surrealism in painting began with the conviction that the emergence of entirely new factors in psychic life (due to psychoanalysis, Gestalt theory, relativism) and the advancement of certain modern techniques (photography, film) rendered obsolete the ambition to reproduce what is seen... Read More
Four Poems by Jayne Cortez
Now I dig up patinas / I chew on slit logs / I polish surfaces of cyclones / I mount bullet wounds to inspect mutilations / I uproot the spirit of / the chemicals that make me / violate myself / I count limited resources / I view sinkholes in / the atmosphere / I... Read More