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a style

Dara Wier

‘a style says conviction in indifference / conviction in style’

Bianca Burning

C.K. Williams

‘The sexual terror lions are roaring into my ears as I make my way between their cages’


Joanna Walsh

‘For us, discomfort is a hard feeling. / Almost as hard as hate. / Almost as hard as fear.’


Javier Zamora

‘I will etch visas on toilet paper and throw them from a lighthouse.’


Jane Yeh

‘Her / Secrets play on continuous loop, // Like a B-movie.’

Eight pieces in imitation of Thomas A. Clark

Matthew Welton

‘what it is about the earth / that it won’t absorb the stream’

Flying Towards a Country of Rain

Wang Yin

‘Paper phantoms sit beside me / watching a two-hour movie.’


Ghassan Zaqtan

‘Nothing’s left to say between us / everything went / into the train that hid its whistle.’

Poem Conveyed

Jillian Weise

‘And now that he is body-less, / he speaks through us. / You could say. Although / I myself have not caught / a Pope.’

String Theory

Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch

‘On tenterhooks / you think how string constricts, how / it connects, how you followed it back / to Rawtenstall.’

Three Poems

Ahren Warner

‘Your promise has been extracted like the cow-horned remains of molars long-soused in a Diet Coke marinade.’

Three Poems

Karen McCarthy Woolf

‘May it not be / that they owe their fleshiness / to the cumulative effect?’


Sam Willetts

‘The unexceptional mystery takes place: / around eleven, love turns to matter’

Two Poems

Joe Wenderoth

‘At first you treat him as a nobility – / a miraculous figure(head) / with no real office. / Then he dies.’

Two Poems

Jack Underwood

‘We are nearing the conclusion of this anatomy. / We are strung between the point of ending, and / the point of having started.’

Two Poems

Grzegorz Wróblewski

‘Do you think I can get to heaven / with zero balance and a virus?’

Two Poems

Jillian Weise

‘You want to get married? / We could die here // for lack of light’

Two Poems

Dara Wier

‘here we come / with our living // fruit baskets and / soon to wilt white flowers’

Two-Part Inventions

Anne Winters

‘The same way Bach’s motive splays out to the right, / swoons flatly, swans it, footnotes, follows up, / talks to itself, purls, mutters, dawdles, resumes. . .’

You Guys

Ocean Vuong

‘I’m too tired she said / to be this happy / & we laughed without / moving our hands’