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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.’
We’ll always have Paris
Richard Meier
‘I’d gone there with my girlfriend of three years, / then left her three days after meeting you.’
Somewhere the Wave
Derek Mahon
‘a voice, not quite a voice, in the sea distance / listening to its own thin cetaceous whistle’
I’m more the drunken slut kind of feminist, or A Treatise on Political Philosophy at the Apex of American Empire
Megan Levad
‘Out of the Zeitgeist / and onto the party barge.’
The Common Cold
Laura Kasischke
‘But here we are again, you and I, the / two of us, tangled / up and biological.’
The Sun in a Box
Caleb Klaces
‘When I was younger I drafted a memory. / I drew a rectangle on a piece of card / and called it a computer.’
sleeping far from home
Soledad Marambio
‘They told her a thrush came into the house / and fell asleep by the TV.’
