‘You may need to gaze at death indirectly, through a mirror crafted into a shield.’
Poetry by Ken Chen.
mutiliation with a goal
‘the density in the brain telescoped and collapsed with a scream’
Poetry by Elfriede Czurda, translated by Rosmarie Waldrop.
‘Poetry is a disgrace on a warm spring day in March. You look at the sky with unconditional love.’
Poetry by Frederick Seidel.
His Idylls at Happy Grove
'the sand trenches, where the anonymous / sprung up a permanent humility.'
Poetry from Ishion Hutchinson
‘Stopping has become a mutual desire. The things we want to stop. Mostly sounds of other people.’
A poem by K Patrick.
‘I won her with my grief first / a mess of steaming entrails, enticing / with its gloss.’
Two poems by Madeleine Stack.
‘They queue up to pass, lap / like waves beside her, to receive the darshan / from her one, black eye.’
Poetry by Phoebe Power.
‘Joy, you know, is murky like melancholy.’
Poetry by Daniel D’Angelo.
‘That the speakers be not named, nor remembered.’
Two poems by Lisa Fishman.
Great North Wood
‘the woods are vocal / with no single refrain’
Poetry by Jonathan Skinner.
‘I don’t want to lie to you but I don’t want to tell you the truth either.’
Poetry by Bebe Ashley.
‘Worth. It circles around you – / the increasing gap between the surface’
A poem by Oluwaseun Olayiwola.