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
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