[A canoe emerges from an armor of mist] by Monroe Lawrence
For you / I will remember / places touched by Rust / & thorn, / sky gleaming / Larks—a dull, / pried-apart / freedom / That darts & bursts & folds / in a dream of distances. / I will / dream / of mist & /... Read More
Three Poems by Andrew Maxwell
Within us you only you whisper. / This wet flesh of rainlight / descending / through duskfall. Your touch comes / as suddenly. Lavishly as if / this moment still / only ungathers. / Enflames now as rainlight. As smokelace. Your thorns / fill our throat and we / swallow... Read More
Two Poems by Emily Hunerwadel
and I wake up to find / everything whittled to sound / the floorboards covered / with it / my vermin selves / such were they / dreamt this way / until the scenery mutinies / and the floorboards multiply / in disguise / the dream character / a homing device / for what’s left... Read More
Three Poems by Kirstin Allio
I was against the hypnotizing cliché, clouds gathered, shadow-puppeting the sheet of sand. The tide-line was stenciled in washed trash. A traditional line of waves kept breaking. Form and freeform. Forgiveness wasn’t a form of innocence, it was futuristic... Read More
Three Poems from The Ink’s Path by Bernard Noël, trans. from French by Eléna Rivera
clearly it is necessary to leave behind the dark mouth / do we ever know what the other side of our face looks like / nothing murmurs inside us the why of reality and / the no longer are just as formidable as the not yet... Read More
Three Poems by Aaron Lopatin
At night, your eyes: / Could I do more the hands? / To feel the wreckage, truly. / To see the lessing day. The world must be asleep to these: / dreams; happenings; slippings of the seams. / I imagine a paradise without you. / I imagine a paradise you’ve left. / And light;... Read More
Two Prose Poems by Dale Going
If you take a brown feather, if you line it just a tiny bit with black, if you look underneath the feather, if you look at me closely in the light, the chased, encasing air, the leaf from which the subject seems to grow, flowering in catkins, the fruit a small samara no man would... Read More
Fragments from Not Now Now by Sandra Doller
They take it a little far. I haven’t even considered you yet. I applied. You think I’m talking about it when I’m talking all around it. There in your little snow hut in the sun. There there in it. There was an audio file once of the audiophile in the wind. You couldn’t understand... Read More
Two Landscapes by David Micah Greenberg
Unlimited the power of the unbearable self, the owl and bat taken to body. To aspire to a blamelessness and an unworthiness, to aspire to thorns. To find poetry in the Bible, the piety and piercing of reading and writing. To imitate the masters more firmly than the masters... Read More
The Creativity of the Crisis: Évelyne Grossman In Conversation with Mia Ruf
Interpretation has long been the exclusive domain of theologians, transforming texts into dogmas and precepts to be followed. We should instead imagine an interpretation that is constantly experimenting, with no certainty of finding the final word... Read More