• Four Poems by Emmanuel Merle, trans. from French by Jeffrey Jullich

    These people, it’s simple, / they’re like creases in reality, folds found / in rocks, bulges on tree trunks, these strange / bodies wound the pupil of my eye, forcing me to look... Read More

    Four Poems by Raymond de Borja

    And I imagine colors too in conversations / leading to the ending, / foaming their phosphorescent streaks... Read More

    Two Poems by Barry Schwabsky

    I lick the pollen from the nooks and crannies of your voice / it had settled there in anticipation / the wind shifts direction like a verse / you once impressed on my lips... Read More

    Confession by Martine Bellen

    Who seeks an old poem? / A poem / long in the tooth / losing / its words? / Who seeks a poem / that forgets? / The poem / placed a post / in the help / wanted section / of the virtual paper... Read More

    Five Poems from The Star-Spangled Brand by Marcelo Morales, trans. from Spanish by Kristin Dykstra

    Freedom and solitude go together. / The hand is better at killing than the mind. / The way power steers truth and steers lies. / The way they steer your life. / From a place in the present, you choose the past. / You accept the tyranny of circumstance... Read More

    Three Poems by Franz Werfel, trans. from German by James Reidel

    The poison only masters life’s emptiness, / Food from sunlight requires its opposite. / God himself places this evil in our way / As a baser need of the soul’s well-being... Read More

    Three Prose Poems by Sheila E. Murphy

    Now I lay me dormant as a spot. The clock taps shoulder length and hairlines fracture plot. I think the story was a maze, and you, my inkblot, told the tale of me toute seule where I would whisper your soft name, the frame of it, the hemline brushing tile... Read More

    Mom Is Dying by Michael Ruby

    We have something we don’t want to know / A landing in our instability / A threshold in the taut pendulum / Without belaboring the ice / And transcendental opportunity / For a heavy eraser applied to a pointed object / The point lives between the ice and the solvent... Read More

    Three Poems by Zoe Tuck

    How do I write our way in without building a wall, a gate? Here I am looking for an answer from your words, forced instead by circumstances back into my inner resources... Read More

    Moon Valley by Gaby Williams

    The world was right where I wanted / But I chose not to live there / I am going beyond beauty / Here’s the address: / The sun is setting / It’s seven o’clock / and summer is coming soon... Read More