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Two Poems
Jenny George
‘This had happened once before, / when my life first split / into comfort and pain.’
Golgotha
Benoit Jutras
‘Our nation is a spell of nerves and gas. We say yes to monsters, to elegies etched in our palms.’ Translated by Daniel Canty.

Song for Goliath
Kim Fu
‘I see them as a needlepoint sampler, / flowing script that reads: everyone suffers.’
Three Poems
Kim Kyung Ju
‘Underneath the leaves that stack my upper lip / the reindeer do not share their love.’ Translated from the Korean by Jake Levine.
Heavily Redacted
Luiza Flynn-Goodlett
‘Syllables are excised by / X-Acto, fed into a shredder / for good measure.’
I’ll Come Later Tomorrow
J.V. Foix
‘all in black, her arms raised in the air, their shadow sketching some malign bird I couldn’t recognize’
Black Rot and Mildew
Leontia Flynn
‘a look I’d managed to accessorize / with raw dermatological distress.’
Two Poems
Tyehimba Jess
‘Let me tell you how / white hands kilned me / in the moonless middle / of night.’
woman is a construct
Angélica Freitas
‘woman is basically meant / to be a residential complex / all the same / all plastered over / just in different colors’
Release the Darkness to New Lichen
Peter Gizzi
‘otherwise it is all otherwise I’m lost, did I say that’

Sanjay Nagar Blues
Anjum Hasan
‘motorcyclists like to howl / and dogs drop bulging bags of garbage / from their mouths when they see other dogs / they want to mount’

Terror
Kimiko Hahn
‘The lemon shark / who returns to the same mangrove-lined shallows / every year to give birth.’
How to Get Over Someone You Love
Adam Fitzgerald
‘Would you like to come with me for some / old-fashioned inconclusive combat?’
Three Poems
Sakutarō Hagiwara
‘What I do not have is Everything: / how is it that I won’t bear this neediness?’
The Japanese Firefly Squid
Kimiko Hahn
‘nothing like an ancient corridor where a / woman is stripped of resistance.’

Two Poems
Kimiko Hahn
‘Certainly the tide or the dog striding along the sluff of seaweed, / this afternoon – brown, light green, black green, white and red.’
Station
Ishion Hutchinson
‘The train station was a cemetery. / Drunk with spirits, another being entered.’
Saturday Night
Lavinia Greenlaw
‘Do they dance for those creatures / whose unmade selves / come unbuttoning out of the dark?’
Accidental
Sadaf Halai
‘Of the 36 views of Fuji, this one is the strangest: / the great wave off Kanagawa, frozen and tempestuous, / both sound and silence.’
Fortunate It Is If Her Skirts Do Not Catch Fire
Amy Gerstler
‘I must remember god is not my private / secretary.’
Black Against the Sky, the Giant Mothers
Selima Hill
‘Black against the sky the giant mothers / are whispering together in the moonlight’