• The Thirties by George Szirtes

    It was the Thirties once again. Shop doors / opened on hunger and long queues for soup, / the poor, clothed by the same half-empty stores, / stood round in doorways in a ragged group; / the unemployed were drunk in railway stations, / rumours of war played on a constant loop... Read More

    Two Poems by Courtney Marie

    the future lovers / embrace odd shapes / to approach the imminent- / unnaturally crawling or rolling / to fit through or under. / in fear we fake ourselves- / borrowed gestures / learning new words / crafting habits and painting / the whole tie dye scene / with dirty fingers / using oil to... Read More

    XIV by Camilo Roldán

    heaven is not so far / distant from earth, / nor snow so far different / in color from coal; / fan of the past / open with a piss / on hot / coal white in soft / thighs / always if admonished / were the dart / requisite / for turn /... Read More

    On My Leaving All This by Kendra Bartell

    If a historic drought can’t get us to talk / about the taste of salt water, / the freedom to have a suntan, / I’d rather be a hard rock / than open my mouth. / I was terrified they’d be tired after / letting me leave the trees, / turn over the fresh pages... Read More