• 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

    gender sonnets by Ethan Fortuna

    ° but there are only a few hours we can relish ° chemical transmit song yeast / boots ° whatever enthuses cowering frettilations ° synthesis prescience ‘you’ ° porous / slide ° laid malleable stillness ° readiness ensorcell vigil ° ... Read More

    Five Poems by Valentine Penrose, translated from French by Mia X. Pérez

    If it is a stone of sorrow, there I am seated / There, where ribbons fall sideways on the plain / White veils. This is nothing. / Where the wild-eyed goddess plunges the child of another into fire. / The tree refuses to orient itself. The emerald / Keeps its fist clenched... Read More

    BETRAYAL by Taos Lopez

    It’s a love story that slits its own throat, but it’s not a story at all. It’s your life. Your heart beats as a reminder of the beating you’ve taken. If you could reach it you would pull the plug, but you can’t reach it so you reach for something else. First, you pick yourself... Read More

    Six Poems from Flow state by Ryan Skrabalak

    Write a music. Write a music more of with more no world, with things arranged. Things rearranged in no. World with no question (past, as night) in the mode of your fog. So that the fog was suited for your music and you made it with. Not owned. That’s your sense of this world... Read More

    Four Prose Poems by Benjamin Paloff

    I can only wonder at the decisions the ever-elsewhere hummingbird is weighing mid-air, but its suspension in all-at-onceness makes perfect sense in this “rarely” so rare as to mingle with never-forever. Taking the corner wide to skirt the black ice, there’s no need to keep looking... Read More

    Four Prose Poems by Ken Taylor

    if he talks his voice will not be the thing said, but the way of not saying it. what it aims to spurn. short on collar points. disciple of celestial steering. he keeps his mouth shut. the image will have to carry. not to be seen as holdup to action. he’s lost in thought in... Read More

    Five Poems from The Cheapest France In Town by Seo Jung Hak, translated from Korean by Megan Sungyoon

    The heart was about to explode when the pipe was raised, still bleeding. The length of happiness was inversely proportional to fear, that bold solidity. Disgusting laughter echoed around. I, too, almost cried... Read More

    Three Poems by Cheryl Pallant

    I veer toward lucid incomprehensibility and squint. I know nothing and / linger by chance in the pause. The nervous system assesses risk, to fly / or freeze, or measure the length of breath. Earth’s axis, I’m told, is off, / the poles unfixed, opinions digging a deep divide... Read More

    Second Beginning by Isabel Sobral Campos

    I neglected my period blood / somewhere secretly I drink it / under a rock to trick time. Tis / a pleading smell. Scent / of moon-stages, coals. / (Pause). I don’t see well. / (Pause). Will you tell me / if I misspelled / something vital / like my body / something / like…a... Read More