Four Poems by Ashley David
Difficult to locate, my heart bleeds / while they feed at my breasts. Slice / my tongue twice with a sword. Horses / are hungry, the serpent and moon waning, / volcanic sun socks a line to bread and iron. / Water virgin and a cow with one arm feel / a heart that does... Read More
A Missing Suspiria de Profundis by Matt Schumacher
DEAR ______________, I hereby bequeath you the most frustrating case of my career, the baffling phantom, absurd goblin, and born wanderer of alleyways known as Thomas De Quincey. This De Quincey, famously laudanum-laced poet, is almost impossible to track, a slithering enigma, whose escape routes multiply everywhere he turns... Read More
ВѢДѢТИ by Lital Khaikin
To sink entirely into this dark lung, is all. / As land before footfall, earth rests in silence, un-anticipating and significant. / Endless interiours, expanding one into the next – contains an entire history of emptiness. All the world a magnet... Read More
The Cliff’s Edge by Evan Lavender-Smith
That she will fall from the cliff’s edge. That her son’s sweaty hand will slip from her grasp and her son will fall from the cliff’s edge. That her outstretched fingers will fail to catch onto her daughter’s onesie as her daughter waddles out past the cliff’s edge. That her flabby biceps won’t support her... Read More
lacrimosa by Scott Jacobs
the half of me you held was the dark radar feeling through the blur of how we are now electric that one time you tangled into me / like the slaughter of an animal in water turning the screws out of the hinges as the darkness of death reveals itself as freedom... Read More
camera obscura by Scherezade Siobhan
the first time i see my father / it is at the nosebleed dusk of his funeral / i travel 7,000 miles for a photograph / — his body’s a half-lit cathedral of bones / here chopin is a rosebud clutched between / the gondolier’s lips; an étude’s silk... Read More
Three Poems by Marcus Berian Nicholls
Flowers of mercury / fall from our mouths. / Thoughts crepitate / on bleached stone / and briars curl / in the thickets / bones lie / in the dust of lunar oceans. / Moss undulates / but in your liver / a china pebble stirs... Read More
Two Poems by K. Thomas Kahn
would that there were endless ink the skyscraper / flame reflected in the Hudson as the poem appears there / I keep you to one side the river on the other / words just copy to you padding your billfolds so that / on holiday you miss a sunset meet a deadline... Read More
An Archaeology of Holes by Stacy Hardy
A hole has so many enemies. I watch the weather closely, every pattern, every warning. Rain forms and drops. The soil is sodden and slippery. At night the wind blows. I fear avalanches... Read More
Two Poems by Colin Dodds
The center may seem near / Waking to the sun a cudgel bludgeoning / front-desk clerks and taxi drivers crumbling all / to tenuousness even stone can’t remedy / Impossible heat making concrete sweat and crack / driving the most progressive town elders / back under thatched roofs... Read More