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A Memory Palace for Brothers Who Flew Just Close Enough to the Sun & Created the Storm
Ellah Wakatama Allfrey
Ellah Wakatama Allfrey remembers Binyavanga Wainaina.
Four Poems
Mark Waldron
‘Just look at those nasty trees flaunt / their leaves, each one a tra-la-la.’
Liz Berry and Mona Arshi In Conversation
Liz Berry & Mona Arshi
‘I longed for poems to meet me in my sorrow and help me know how to live in that new world, how to survive it.’
Two Poems
Jennifer L. Knox
‘The Tanners are like mushrooms: born with every molecule / they’ll ever need.’
Two Poems
Jenny George
‘This had happened once before, / when my life first split / into comfort and pain.’
Two Poems
Yanyi
‘It murmurs beneath the crust of the ground, or a person who serves as the ground you stand on.’
Two Poems
Julia Copus
‘The me that was then / follows, watching from the dark / theatre of my skull.’
The Politics of Feeling
Nick Laird
‘Everything already is fraying at the edges if not completely gone.’
Three Poems
Miyó Vestrini
‘It was fake that your hugs were convulsive / and your furies unpredictable.’ Translated by Cassandra Gillig and Anne Boyer.
Two Poems
Jana Prikryl
‘his balance / between person and / abstraction’s so stirring I want no other token for anything can happen’
Fyodor Denisovich Konstantinov
Lev Ozerov
‘A piece of boxwood, gripped in a vise, / waits on the workbench for his knife.’ Poetry by Lev Ozerov, translated from the Russian by Boris Dralyuk, and introduced by Robert Chandler.
Turn the River
Cortney Lamar Charleston
‘Backtrack / to the bones of the matter, which are the bones themselves.’
Tether Tennis
John Kinsella
‘Tryptamine skies and the forehand backhand falter / in earth’s revolutions’
I Wrote a Poem About a Fucking River
Samantha Walton
‘though I’ve sat where torrents recall no slush / I’m drawn by your ceramic explosions’
Reflections on shame in sacred spaces
Kate Duckney
‘At sunset the light is both nasty and nice / in my robe.’
Cassiopeia (three back-to-front songs)
Diana Anphimiadi
‘Anyway, I did not die. / I lined the sky, inside-out.’ Translated from the Georgian by Jean Sprackland and Natalia Bukia-Peters.
Every Day Was Ordinary
Joshua Jennifer Espinoza
‘A life is an open thing / leaking out into / the air around it.’
Five Poems
Irene Solà
‘I wore off my tongue / like candy’ Translated from the Catalan by Oscar Holloway.
Though I Have Never Been to Ostia, I Have Seen the Place Where Our Dreams Died
Momtaza Mehri
‘like pasolini’s dream of an african oresteia let us be ridiculous’
Zeus
Fiona Benson
‘days I talked with Zeus / I ate only ice / felt the blood trouble and burn / under my skin’
