• Three Prose Poems by Marc Vincenz

    Unreclined at the peninsula’s end, a mile from the city where your feet become the night unveiling—too far to hear of the siege of cicadas where Sister’s coat lies perched against the dark... Read More

    Three Prose Poems by Lee Min-ha, trans. from Korean by Jein Han

    m is for my name, h is for your name my name, blue-backed snare, sharp oxygen, gasping for air I went to lustrous june’s fleshmarket to sell the apricot-colored uvula caught in my throat... Read More

    Five Poems by Jacques Prevel, trans. from French by Caleb Bouchard

    And I remember the regrets / Those winged monsters of great departures / Darkening the sky and delivering us the night / And in their talons taking us to a country / where we were human / Standing faceless... Read More

    Three Poems by Michelle Gil-Montero

    I had this murmur, this tremor in my mouth. This whisper of running water, now overgrown with wildflowers. I had this thought of the Alhambra, this chalky color caught in folding mirrors... Read More

    Three Poems by Elizabeth Robinson

    Arise awry. Bless bliss. / This: thus sun sung / on dawn. Bird burred / in song insensate as / asters stir tulips. Two lips / address: undress, win kisses / in chaos endured... Read More

    Two Poems by Amish Trivedi

    Maybe it’s a blessing that we get to die. / The world I cannot recommend to you. / My miracle year was any before this one. / Rubbing the ashes of two good days into a wounded knee... Read More

    Winter Cinemas by Emmalea Russo

    A cloud streams through dirt detergent haunted jewels as Marguerite Duras watches a fly die... Read More

    Excerpt from The Witch, A Play by Thera Webb

    Tremendous suffering and beauty I bring / to the atlas of delight a new river. / Your body breathes above the clouds, / you’re hung by the heels. A pinnate leaf / waving to the water... Read More

    Five Poems by Adam Day

    Remembrances almost live,” all history at once,” itself alienated from cause effect.” Makes several centuries “simultaneously present,” while revealing a causal narrative in a sequence of construction... Read More

    Now Spring, Now Fall by Bonnie Chau

    Antelope shows me something handmade, but all I see are words that seem pulled from my own mind... Read More