Three Poems by Kirsten Ihns
sneezer in the foi yay, permitted as i am to name my hour / the pummeling quality that uniquely static can, i take it on / i produce a horrible noise / i intensify / the horrible noise i track across the surface of text every time / mud / no i track the slow... Read More
Five Poems by Anna Gurton-Wachter
I get to re-experience / a fly bouncing / off the walls / equivalency began / each time I swell / a cloud or angel / evoked off-hand / I don’t think I would / separate myself / accept love sad art / unanswered / how it is... Read More
Two Poems by Krystal Languell
I shook out my reading material / asked if it was okay to be seated / then sat comfortably / maybe one more month and / her baby could have lived / she got a tattoo to remember / carved a thin tulip for a skull... Read More
German Letters, 1935 by Dong Li
mild winter no snow it is a sunny day Dölzschen alive the cemetery full of locals flowers laid words left in fogged breath will return after a short walk taken slowly they are hesitant to leave the house Nichelschen the tomcat died last night... Read More
Saint-Ouen | Stalingrad by Marie Silkeberg, translated from Swedish by Kelsi Vanada
Rashomon. The Demon’s Gate you say. / I understood that it had opened. / Only a few more seconds. And it would be opened wide. / Time would stratify. / It snowed. The first snow fell... Read More
Two Poems by Alison Prine
On the shore your face strained / by laughter is washed in sun. / The recognition in our gaze / is cumulative. / Every morning I wake / to watch dawn unfold over the harbor. / At night I crave to go back into / the conversation our bodies have in sleep... Read More
Five Poems by Ted Dodson
I would look away / Into the room’s silent reception / But as my character recedes I tire of looking at all. / The world has ended. Your resurrection eyes / Come across this second to last line—you / Can be assured I have read this already...
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Five Poems by Lindsay Remee Ahl
what seemed solid, the brick building we lived in, / the street corner I waited on to hold my child’s hand— / vanished in a breath / night all around, rain falling, I hear a crack— / a tree plummets to the road right before me / but I’m still standing as though / all... Read More
EEG by Engram Wilkinson
Procedures exhausted / before hands emulsify / that last grief into effective / managerial utterances. / Constant monitoring, / lines of electrodes / extending into each / lengthening present / itching every universe / with the newest ideation... Read More
Two Poems by Vi Khi Nao
The eloquent lungs of us twins are piled / upon one another. Mother, your / concealed nipples are the tents that the / feet of our existence step on. / I hope our breathing doesn’t temporarily / upset your evening inside the tumescent / hide. This oblivion. This sublime maternal / gesture. Coming from you... Read More