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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’

Three Poems

Jaan Kaplinski

‘Things didn’t remember their names and I have begun to forget them’

The first resurrection

Laura Kasischke

‘The moth locked up all / winter in the strongbox.’

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’

Calorific

John Kinsella

‘They are superbly and viscerally unreal / and I feel their living drive’

Tether Tennis

John Kinsella

‘Tryptamine skies and the forehand backhand falter / in earth’s revolutions’

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.’

Mouse Trails

Noelle Kocot

‘What I am equipped to do is different / Than what I have been called for.’

Two Poems

Noelle Kocot

‘the problematic / Ocean spreads itself out. We take it in stride, / And we do our best.’

Pyjamas

Rodney Koeneke

‘Lover, does it matter / how the river spends its glitter’

Two Poems

Ivan Landzhev

‘My chess teacher / used to tell me: / ‘Play your own game.’’

Dog Days

James Lasdun

‘Blizzard died. I’m remembering / his limitless affection.’

Blueberries

James Lasdun

‘I’m talking to you old man. / Listen to me as you step inside this garden’

Never did amount to anything

Dorothea Lasky

‘Hi there, dear sister, I’m sad / But here to tell you / That you never did amount to anything’

Snakes

Dorothea Lasky

‘In this life // There is always time // To make a comeback’

The Price You See Reflects the Poor Quality of the Item and Your Lack of Desire for It

Melissa Lee-Houghton

‘I walk away from you / without glancing back, in case you see in me something I don’t.’

The Heart Compared to a Seed, c.1508 (after Leonardo da Vinci)

Sylvia Legris

‘noce, the heart—the nut that gestates the tree of veins.’

Three Poems

Sylvia Legris

‘Narcotic, / unworldly, a toxic doctrine / of undivine retribution.’

Three Poems

Sylvia Legris

‘By the dog the minced oaths, / the god-wounds, the solemnly / declared chronical maladies.’

Eliphaz

Raven Leilani

‘I sent messages in nine point font / arcing through the Internet, asking him / do you believe in our heavenly Father?’

Dilation

Ben Lerner

‘We need to harness the vaguely erotic disappointment that attends the realization you aren’t being followed.’

There Is No Light of the World But the World

Tim Lilburn

‘The mountain rises and sleeps backward / into a cloud-captured sun’

Nobody Represents Me

Zeyar Lynn

‘Do I have the heart to drink a glass of cool Coke?’

Two Poems

Zeyar Lynn

‘Our errors evolved into nature.’ Translated from the Burmese by ko ko thett.

Somewhere the Wave

Derek Mahon

‘a voice, not quite a voice, in the sea distance / listening to its own thin cetaceous whistle’

The Adventures of Amit Majmudar

Amit Majmudar

‘Never laid a snare for nothin. / Never caught a bullfrog. Broke / my slingshot wishbone, wishin. / Never had a smoke.’ New poetry from Amit Majmudar.

sleeping far from home

Soledad Marambio

‘They told her a thrush came into the house / and fell asleep by the TV.’

Waterloo East

Lorraine Mariner

‘On one of those mornings / when I felt like resigning / from my life.’

Meeting the psychiatrist’s wife

Lorraine Mariner

‘The psychiatrist’s wife / has a dress the colour / of that bottle of claret / you shouldn’t have drunk / last night.’