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  • One Poem by Laura Jaramillo

    I want to say / I feel it too / a formless / lacerating / loneliness / collectively / inflicted / individually / wounded / not clean / or cauterized / many days like / this a thumb pressed / down at the top / of the skull / someone advances / a theory but... Read More

    One Poem by Bradley King

    We secret / – ly prepare / Rehearsal / one is / a quest / ion the / other is / a state / ment / which / would / you like / to he – / ar first / I ha – / ve two / things / to say / to you /... Read More

    My cloud by Vincent Broqua, trans. from French by Léon Pradeau

    let the snow fall / from screens * / white / fingered / noise / the constellation / of him = / you-flakes / projected / what courses / from you = / translating / the spectacle / of your signals * / shape / to come = / furtive diva / Empty scene, nothing... Read More

    Four Poems by Jayne Cortez

    Now I dig up patinas / I chew on slit logs / I polish surfaces of cyclones / I mount bullet wounds to inspect mutilations / I uproot the spirit of / the chemicals that make me / violate myself / I count limited resources / I view sinkholes in / the atmosphere / I... Read More

    One Poem by Tenaya Nasser-Frederick

    when the moon wears the sky’s blue / nothing would be purposefully / brought to excess; each rational, / unsure what to do next / except reappear from this life-filled place, / keep broken good news about you / and no bad news from you. angels / fly into the mistake. splayed, your heels /... Read More

    Two Poems by Jane Lewty

    un-sun-kissed, unkissed, / I mean idle and torrid / a not-beach babe / in windowless rooms / around which satellites / catch & spasm, / amplify & detect / something prevents me / from co-creating these / enjoy-ful duties of / worship (of which / the longing that passed / & passes needless, / is... Read More

    Two Poems by Francesca Kritikos

    The season of lilacs is monstrous / if monstrosity can be defined / as proportional to beauty / and inversely proportional / to the time / in which that beauty survives / I feel as though I’ve lost everything / though I am aware that I lack for nothing / I play my body like... Read More

    Four Poems by Augusto Lunel, trans. from Spanish by Michael Martin Shea

    The ocean is a boy nursed by whales, / the sky a great eyeball from which rain falls; / the light a sound that crumples in the sand, / powdered sailing ship / from which a dawn departs with every wave. / The breeze is a bird wrapped in a handkerchief... Read More

    Four Prose Poems from The Vitals by Marie de Quatrebarbes, trans. from French by Aiden Farrell

    We saw the rats and now we’re on a first-name basis. Both the head and beard have an air of red on a background of air. Someone gets up, fists on the table, and that’s that, in itself. The poem in shorthand jotted quickly, with tenderness... Read More

    Five Poems by Stanislav Belsky, trans. from Russian by olga mikolaivna

    Negligence triumphed. / Departing at noon / from a sketch of a station, / you’ve stopped contemplating / when you will return to the sky. / Poetry — it’s a railroad roar, / a jig of semantic pistons, / condensed nonsense / of chance conversations — / an insidiously expanding / conspiracy against the eternal...... Read More