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
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
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