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Two Poems
Sean Borodale
‘To be honest, this is dark stuff; mud, tang / of bitter battery-tasting honey. The woods are in it.’
Two Poems
Eric Anderson
‘Wanting to get it all in, like / Xerxes tipping his army’s arrows / with saltpeter / so to ignite the Grecian sky.’
Advice Column
Kazim Ali
‘Me always untorn and enslaved / Weird notions of gender and ground / Nothing but you between me and god.’
Apparition
Mark Doty
‘an orange plastic basket of compost / down from the top of the garden – sweet dark, / fibrous rot, promising’
Postscript
John Burnside
'the trees / are slender in the way that things / are almost, though not quite / absent'
Rain at Three
Tishani Doshi
‘Rain at three splits the bed in half, / cracks at windows like horsemen blistering / through a century of hibernation.’
Midnight on Lake Michigan
Diego Báez
‘But really, your disappearance / has never been a question of whether.’