Biscotti Boys / On Men Who Wear Living as Loosely as Their Suits
‘salmaan the second son & his mama’s seventh seal by way of underwater & underemployment’
‘It’s dangerous like a very powerful doorbell. / Or a portrait covered with a blanket.’
‘even more it was a wish for boundless spaces, a wish for the inexpressibly wide and broad, for the unharnessing of human life’ – New poetry by Sharmistha Mohanty.
Fyodor Denisovich Konstantinov
‘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.
‘Tryptamine skies and the forehand backhand falter / in earth’s revolutions’
The Feeling Sonnets
‘Making sense of a feeling is like building a boat from water.’
There Is No Light of the World But the World
‘The mountain rises and sleeps backward / into a cloud-captured sun’
Though I Have Never Been to Ostia, I Have Seen the Place Where Our Dreams Died
‘like pasolini’s dream of an african oresteia let us be ridiculous’
‘She is luscious / and plump like marshmallow; part edible baby, / part nosy neighbour.’