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
Four Prose Poems from Outskirts of the World by María Negroni, trans. from Spanish by Michelle Gil-Montero
How does a disciplinary sea compare to a didactic sea? Or a choppy sea to a verbalized sea? You never know. Meanwhile, this sea begins to seem remarkably like the sea. You only need to wait for the day and night of reality. The sea’s strategy is its own concern... Read More
Three Poems by Zan de Parry
You learn well – you have a very good job / You have a job and a head on your shoulders – you go to different measures / You go to the event – you meet people who distribute survey ads / under the ploys / You don’t listen to your friend who tells you... Read More
The Swine King by Michael Jeffrey Lee
“First,” he said, shouting, even though his advisors were quite close, “know that I have exhausted every means of keeping myself alive, and when I leave you at last, it will not be by choice. But even so, all animals must die, even great ones, and my time is swiftly approaching...” Read More
Excerpts from Crane by Tessa Bolsover
I awake and the boughs, battered and paddling against the window, bruise shadows in the hardwood. Amplified by rain, the sounds inside resonate like pieces of a disassembled object. Slowly, words begin to spread with a viscous clarity over everything... Read More
Three Po-Proses by Kim Hyesoon, trans. from Korean by Jack Jung
We question and answer to be nearer to “poetry.” / Literature is inherently unreal. / Poetry lies against the conventional use of language and / Fiction lies against the conventional use of reality. / Perhaps, a writer is someone who knows that after we disappear, what will remain is our lies... Read More