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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.’

Théâtre Golgotha

Benoit Jutras

Nassau homme recouvert d’une couverture de laine assis au sol sous une série de clous...

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.’

Two Calamities

Renee Gladman

‘history was speaking, which hardly ever happened to me’

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.’

Out

Leontia Flynn

‘The opposite of simply sitting about / in your head, like an egg in eggshell.’

Two Poems

Tyehimba Jess

‘Let me tell you how / white hands kilned me / in the moonless middle / of night.’

Friday Afternoon with Boko Haram

Eliza Griswold

I spent the Hezbollah war in Nigeria eating hummus in a Syrian cafe and watching...

Artichoke

Angélica Freitas

‘amelia, the real woman, / ran away with the bearded lady’

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’

Two Poems

Minal Hajratwala

‘The unicorns are a technology / we cannot yet approximate.’

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.’

Cooley High: 1991

Aracelis Girmay

‘Please stay with me as I / replay the last touch.’

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.’

Inheritance

Sadaf Halai

‘It made the sound of / a small balloon dropping.’

Black Against the Sky, the Giant Mothers

Selima Hill

‘Black against the sky the giant mothers / are whispering together in the moonlight’

Yakisoba

Hiromi Itō

‘Who connects with the next woman / With tens and hundreds and thousands of women.’

Half-Mexican

Juan Felipe Herrera

Odd to be a half-Mexican, let me put it this way I am Mexican +...

PK 754

Yasmeen Hameed

‘Tell me, what is this cry of pain in the air?’

Life and Time

Hasina Gul

We grow up but do not comprehend life. We think life is just the passing...

Remembered Summer

Troy Jollimore

‘Our conversations faltered, the celestial musicians / took a break between sets, and all the little engines / we had so painstakingly gathered and constructed / lapsed into stillness for a few brief moments.’

The Door Was Open and the House Was Dark

Seamus Heaney

‘I called his name, although I knew / The answer this time would be silence / That kept me standing listening while it grew.’

Seen

Fanny Howe

‘Every cupboard is old, / every glass and cup / wiped clean.’

Two Poems

Jack Gilbert

‘Loneliness is the mother’s milk of America. / The heart is a foreign country whose language none / of us is good at. ’