Four Poems by Christina Vega-Westhoff
Be or at have from repetition of linear reasoning one guest speaks into micraptorphone recycled belief claw line tangent of entropy polyanalaze eyes for days closed like lizards whispers of elation chime of calendar away from online entity official language vs corruption charge nomination... Read More
Three Poems by Anselm Berrigan
I have ripped my / Surface into the foreground, so as to / Hopefully, die on terms I at least might / Begin to utter. I got to see your work / Because it’s 100 years since you came / To this town, & somebody decided / To honor your decision. That’s a whole /... Read More
Five Poems by Kimberly Alidio
A blurb for we are all we have not just our care and theories what we’ve read poignant details eliciting attention meaning and insight and sensory signals or our geopolitics the lands and bodies incur inter spread across continually die for the commons horizons maneuvers campaigns direct actions disjointed... Read More
Editor’s Note: Vestiges_06: Aporia
Pédaler dans la semoule. To wade, to lose means, to lose the thread of our words. My feet pace, march in place, tap to torrents on the treadle. There is no limb that moves in revolution. Assimilating the hands that kneaded the sauerkraut and cancoillotte. I needed, have need of you. In wait, what trodden... Read More
Three Poems by Ghérasim Luca, trans. from French by Austin Carder
love torrent emptiness chair / the empty chair / the torrential and empty chair suspended in meta-emptiness / the meta-chair is suspended by the torrential rope of meta-emptiness... Read More
Six Poems from Enter Ghost by Genya Turovskaya
I can’t will you out of / the latticed net of the willow’s umbrage / I will leave you there / beating the drum / of a furious grief... Read More
Excerpt from No Material by Losarc Raal
Times will change the cobalt heaven tongues. I walk people into water past the hippo lights. Black model railroad track. Doctor of the upper wake plea. My heart is hollow; my skin waives tears... Read More
I Am From the Last Country I Am From by Jack Jung
A double negative / Is an erasure back to square one / On the cadence hitherto ripped from sources / Once well-known... Read More
Editor’s Note: Vestiges_05: Lacunae
I return from a long absence, I return abundantly to the betrayal of words. The treason of my flights resumes as I announce myself a runaway, delighting in the gap of transit, the blush of ended encounters... Read More
Moon Valley by Gaby Williams
The world was right where I wanted / But I chose not to live there / I am going beyond beauty / Here’s the address: / The sun is setting / It’s seven o’clock / and summer is coming soon... Read More