• Other People by Jasmine Dreame Wagner

    The cinematic is where I run / to or from pursuit / of a view that will make me feel / time exists outside of myself... Read More

    Synthetic by Katie Ebbitt

    I made holes, deeply, / Because being cold left me / Bruising, or the opposite, healed / Face that forgets / Its own age... Read More

    Record of a Tryst In Tokyo by Eisuke Yoshiyuki, trans. from Japanese by Marissa Skeels

    The jazz grew fiercer in the colored spotlight’s rays, as if sobbing or adrift on rough beats, spitting tapes of lust as white as seed... Read More

    Dear Prudence by Marream Krollos

    Once somebody said that these girls we teach are only going to go on to eat homemade pies all day waiting until their fat husbands come home to fuck them. Only a dream for the rest of us girls in the world… our bodies having already split apart with ways men make war... Read More

    The Washing and the Clothes Line by Serge Pey, trans. from French by Donald Nicholson-Smith

    I learned my letters as I ate my alphabet soup. Tiny letters, without much meaning. For her part, my mother read the earth, because marks on the ground were the writing of the night. From those signs, outside the house, she knew that a fox had passed by along the road... Read More

    the beginning of suffering is by Valerie Hsiung

    the beginning of suffering is species accordance / the beginning of suffering is echo dislocation / the beginning of suffering is experimentation / the beginning of suffering is interspecies vivisection / the beginning of suffering is eco sideshow... Read More

    a murmuring art: translations of Henri Michaux’s asemic texts by Hannah Kezema

    you’re a cascade, lightly / undefined and undressed, / mad / now / tangled of word / i, noise-light / might soften / in sprawling / would i seem just an evening under the star of sky / or could i ruminate from each side / into modern... Read More

    Four Poems by Shira Dentz

    wild flusters rose over rocks / tombs / callously forbidding / combing / may when nightfall / cutting emblem / surround serrate / loose—no? regurgitate. / sway a line / tilted and bulbous / creek / fall asleep... Read More

    Three Poems from From A Winter Notebook by Matvei Yankelevich

    It sounded so much better before I wrote it down, / even my jealousy seemed wingéd, like Marina’s. / Does the road wind up hill all the way? My teeth will rot, / but I’ll be rot, I hope, before that happens — then will words / mean what they say, finally…, then will you... Read More

    Fragments from Moon Ring by Annie Le Brun, trans. from French by Alicen Weida

    Children of this century, avert your gaze. Lips are no longer on every word. Words climb pell-mell onto the backs of things. And things, wandering in the desert of their own erosion, seek to bribe our bones, the uncertain keepers of a fortified mirage... Read More