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
One Poem by Tenaya Nasser-Frederick
when the moon wears the sky’s blue / nothing would be purposefully / brought to excess; each rational, / unsure what to do next / except reappear from this life-filled place, / keep broken good news about you /
and no bad news from you. angels /
fly into the mistake. splayed, your heels /... Read More
Two Poems by Jane Lewty
un-sun-kissed, unkissed, / I mean idle and torrid / a not-beach babe / in windowless rooms / around which satellites / catch & spasm, / amplify & detect / something prevents me / from co-creating these / enjoy-ful duties of / worship (of which / the longing that passed / & passes needless, / is... Read More
Two Poems by Francesca Kritikos
The season of lilacs is monstrous / if monstrosity can be defined / as proportional to beauty / and inversely proportional / to the time / in which that beauty survives / I feel as though I’ve lost everything / though I am aware that I lack for nothing / I play my body like... Read More
Four Poems by Augusto Lunel, trans. from Spanish by Michael Martin Shea
The ocean is a boy nursed by whales, / the sky a great eyeball from which rain falls; / the light a sound that crumples in the sand, / powdered sailing ship / from which a dawn departs with every wave. / The breeze is a bird wrapped in a handkerchief... Read More