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, trans. 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
THE WIND’S MONOLOGUE by Natalie Stamatopoulos
I am an archive / of song. / I have infinite ears / & abdomens. / Am toothless / like a dry rag. / Like a petal. / Am weightless / without mooring. Pregnant with wishes. An essence / of pollen. Brisk / nudge at the ankles. Citizen-full as a trashcan. I am looped &... Read More
Five Poems by Douglas Piccinnini
No, I know you’re the persona above. No, I know you’re only this dusted self. No, I know you’re this manufactured smile... You must be between futures, the roof so heavy with unlit sky. You must think it’s sweet to offer helpful suggestions. You must have fed the anger that pulled you so far into... Read More
Two Poems by AM Ringwalt
silk: a sheen to wear like water. glistens, then, in palest / light. i wrap it ‘round my legs in dreams. i name myself / a partisan, provisional, python, pythagoras? before you /
died, grandfather, you were speaking nonsense into being. / it’s what you thought you knew you saw... Read More
Two Poems by Adrian Lürssen
First the sky is two blues / then twenty-two / a reflexive act of flattery / Chimney and smokestack / become that pixelated neither – / each blue open in equal part / to something and nothing / independent of light’s / calculus against touch: fingertip /
to glass, deduction mined to mind... Read More
Five Prose Poems from Data Mind by Joanna Fuhrman
I was looking up anagrams of my middle name when I heard a scratching from uncategorized bivalves establishing a new species beneath the carpet. Thus began my life as a clam-cognizant, neo-olfactory, intra-confessional, proto-shambolic coordinologist, and ended my career as a poet... Read More
Five Prose Poems by Cole Swensen
A former sun, a warmer form of falling on, fallen now, warmly in grass, while the sun in your hand is a lonelier one, so you hold it more closely, and a light deep inside the body wanders back. Or perhaps it’s that, fallen in grass, the oranges glowing in the late slanted light return... Read More