Three Poems by Elizabeth Robinson
The hereafter is not without / pain because / its mute claim is upon us. / Smell of pelt, yearning in / a creature, / no heart but a pulpy bell / that refuses to move as we / diverge from its / yearning unrung... Read More
Six Poems by Christine Shan Shan Hou
A tongue is not a limb / but an escape route / Into the arena of tiny decisions / Where an opportunity / Presents itself in the form of a five-pointed star / Lone pawn overlooking pond of crooked pawns / Everything that happens within a lifetime becomes / Less new by the hour... Read More
My Glamorous Box by Vi Khi Nao
In Vegas, I live in a box. In a beautiful box for 4.5 months. And, it looks like this: / Where the light is miraculous. / There are radiations in my winter. My summer is skydiving. / I have been waking up in a cloud of fog. This weightlessness that is filled with liquid deterrent... Read More
Three Poems by Jeremy Hoevenaar
I lose myself, maybe borrow / you if that’s a right I can / manifest by speaking–– / speaking here meaning / writing in the sense / that writing even in relative / silence feels loud / and resonant with a duration / metaphor wants me / to call breathing... Read More
Other People by Jasmine Dreame Wagner
The cinematic is where I run / to or from pursuit / of a view that will make me feel / time exists outside of myself... Read More
Synthetic by Katie Ebbitt
I made holes, deeply, / Because being cold left me / Bruising, or the opposite, healed / Face that forgets / Its own age... Read More
the beginning of suffering is by Valerie Hsiung
the beginning of suffering is species accordance / the beginning of suffering is echo dislocation / the beginning of suffering is experimentation / the beginning of suffering is interspecies vivisection / the beginning of suffering is eco sideshow... Read More
a murmuring art: translations of Henri Michaux’s asemic texts by Hannah Kezema
you’re a cascade, lightly / undefined and undressed, / mad / now / tangled of word / i, noise-light / might soften / in sprawling / would i seem just an evening under the star of sky / or could i ruminate from each side / into modern...
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Four Poems by Shira Dentz
wild flusters rose over rocks / tombs / callously forbidding / combing / may when nightfall / cutting emblem / surround serrate / loose—no? regurgitate. / sway a line / tilted and bulbous / creek / fall asleep... Read More
Three Poems from From A Winter Notebook by Matvei Yankelevich
It sounded so much better before I wrote it down, / even my jealousy seemed wingéd, like Marina’s. / Does the road wind up hill all the way? My teeth will rot, / but I’ll be rot, I hope, before that happens — then will words / mean what they say, finally…, then will you... Read More