Three Prose Poems by Lee Min-ha, trans. from Korean by Jein Han
m is for my name, h is for your name my name, blue-backed snare, sharp oxygen, gasping for air I went to lustrous june’s fleshmarket to sell the apricot-colored uvula caught in my throat... Read More
Five Poems by Jacques Prevel, trans. from French by Caleb Bouchard
And I remember the regrets / Those winged monsters of great departures / Darkening the sky and delivering us the night / And in their talons taking us to a country / where we were human / Standing faceless... Read More
Three Poems by Michelle Gil-Montero
I had this murmur, this tremor in my mouth. This whisper of running water, now overgrown with wildflowers. I had this thought of the Alhambra, this chalky color caught in folding mirrors... Read More
Three Poems by Elizabeth Robinson
Arise awry. Bless bliss. / This: thus sun sung / on dawn. Bird burred / in song insensate as / asters stir tulips.
Two lips / address: undress, win kisses / in chaos endured... Read More
Two Poems by Amish Trivedi
Maybe it’s a blessing that we get to die. / The world I cannot recommend to you. / My miracle year was any before this one. / Rubbing the ashes of two good days into a wounded knee... Read More
Winter Cinemas by Emmalea Russo
A cloud streams through dirt detergent haunted jewels as Marguerite Duras watches a fly die... Read More
Excerpt from The Witch, A Play by Thera Webb
Tremendous suffering and beauty I bring / to the atlas of delight a new river. / Your body breathes above the clouds, / you’re hung by the heels. A pinnate leaf / waving to the water... Read More
Five Poems by Adam Day
Remembrances almost live,” all history at once,” itself alienated from cause effect.” Makes several centuries “simultaneously present,” while revealing a causal narrative in a sequence of construction... Read More
Two Prose Poems by Christine Scanlon
if I cut this way, you circle in two. it hurts, the way lines are drawn. with color of dissent. if you have forgotten, it’s as if you break apart from being. retreat to your hym(n) section. then we parry on... Read More
Three Prose Poems by Yoo Heekyung, trans. from Korean by Stine Su Yon An
i am so very curious about the thing you said you’d planted and i wonder why you are so sick of such peonies, you who would have brushed off your hands loudly after planting them... Read More