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from White Butterflies of Night
Jaan Kaplinski
‘I don’t remember whether I believed that I could just / abandon one life to begin another’
The Common Cold
Laura Kasischke
‘But here we are again, you and I, the / two of us, tangled / up and biological.’
The Wife
David Katz
‘Ever notice the change that comes over / your gentle wife the minute she sets / foot in a grocery store?’
Two Poems
Amy Key
‘She is luscious / and plump like marshmallow; part edible baby, / part nosy neighbour.’
In the village of the mothers
Vénus Khoury-Ghata
‘The wells are kept for the use of the dead who splash the / walls with their silence.’
I had wondered about the signs of burning
John Kinsella
‘None of it made sense. The house shows / no signs – the old core of the house as it is now – / of fire, of giving up the ghost.’
The Burning of the Rocks
John Kinsella
‘What locked-away / state of unawareness, other life form, / brings desire to combust / out of rock exposed to flame’
Tether Tennis
John Kinsella
‘Tryptamine skies and the forehand backhand falter / in earth’s revolutions’
Neoterics and the Field
(out of Callimachus)
John Kinsella
‘This oven this earth as dust this water we watch vanish and ancient’
