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
Excerpt from Jon Day by Ann Pedone
I wander lymphic. Foreclosed of all intercourse. Without any in-grown to speak of. I flounder straight into the radiation of alpha gamma theta. Waxed without waxing. Fucked without adequate. Mustard or syrup. Which litters. Which dwells outside of all. Known and recorded uterine tendencies. I can weather you out... Read More
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
[A canoe emerges from an armor of mist…] by Monroe Lawrence
For you / I will remember / places touched by Rust / & thorn, / sky gleaming / Larks—a dull, / pried-apart / freedom / That darts & bursts & folds / in a dream of distances. / I will / dream / of mist & /... Read More
Three Poems by Andrew Maxwell
Within us you only you whisper. / This wet flesh of rainlight / descending / through duskfall. Your touch comes / as suddenly. Lavishly as if / this moment still / only ungathers. / Enflames now as rainlight. As smokelace. Your thorns / fill our throat and we / swallow... Read More
Two Poems by Emily Hunerwadel
and I wake up to find / everything whittled to sound / the floorboards covered / with it / my vermin selves / such were they / dreamt this way / until the scenery mutinies / and the floorboards multiply / in disguise / the dream character / a homing device / for what’s left... Read More