‘Can I be myself now? I ask / my parents in a dream.’
Two poems from Mary Jean Chan’s collection Bright Fear.
The Pink Plastic Glove
‘A pink plastic glove arrives, I say hello, pink plastic glove, you’ve arrived.’
Poetry by Dolors Miquel, translated by Peter Bush.
‘you notice / that some of these men / are full of passionate music / while others pain your ears’
Poetry by Elvis Bego.
‘Something good leaks out of the world / Something bad leaks in’
Poetry by Mark Waldron.
‘Sleep is my boyfriend, / my mother, my boss.’
Two poems by Rae Armantrout.
‘the widening gap / between two kinds of life: the one lived and the one / remembered.’
Two poems by Maya C. Popa.
‘it’s wrong / to let delicacies, even when suspect, go untried’
A poem by Natalie Shapero.
‘What’s your policy on fog? When it gets in bed with you, who’s on top?’
Poetry by Bob Hicok.
‘The crack / and spit of sickness is everywhere, everyone / is tangled in the mess.’
Poetry by Raymond Antrobus.
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‘like us or not don’t be afraid toss us a follow it counts’
Poetry by Christodoulos Makris.
‘I might as well have not said or done what I said I said or did.’
Poetry by Eva Salzman.
Eclogue of the ‘Big Garden’
‘I will go elsewhere / and remember, recall where / I came from’
A poem by John Kinsella.
Ecstatic Joy and Its Variants
‘surely this is about water jetting from a spring, / a languid rafting with no particular destination’
Poetry by Peter Gizzi.