One Poem by Stephanie Anderson
Banded chest Waist I become / I Electrode medusa Releasing words / A character Skitters off My face / Silver creases Where the words / Were An absence quilt Piecing together / Fiction Then Biting it back / The words Skritching Along a wire / You are sorry For former Selves... Read More
Three Prose Poems by Georg Amsel, trans. from German by Lake Angela
The musicians play for the trees. Children dance on their stools while the wind sits still. Out the window it is a white year already. From whom shall we steal a new life? Fields glow a bright and dusty yellow from fallen sunshine, from pollinated rapeseed. Our legs were loaned by the wind... Read More
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
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
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