Issue 134

Eliza Griswold

Peter Gizzi

‘I did not understand / the code that held / me to the world.’

Issue 141

Benoit Jutras

‘Our nation is a spell of nerves and gas. We say yes to monsters, to elegies etched in our palms.’ Translated by Daniel Canty.

Issue 114

Juan Felipe Herrera

Luiza Flynn-Goodlett

‘Syllables are excised by / X-Acto, fed into a shredder / for good measure.’

Ishion Hutchinson

'the sand trenches, where the anonymous / sprung up a permanent humility.'

Poetry from Ishion Hutchinson

Will Harris

‘I must / have been the only one to catch his eye, to hold it.’

Adam Fitzgerald

‘Would you like to come with me for some / old-fashioned inconclusive combat?’

J.V. Foix

‘all in black, her arms raised in the air, their shadow sketching some malign bird I couldn’t recognize’

Issue 115

Sadaf Halai

‘It made the sound of / a small balloon dropping.’

Issue 112

Hasina Gul

Issue 135

Leontia Flynn

‘The opposite of simply sitting about / in your head, like an egg in eggshell.’

Issue 112

Yasmeen Hameed

‘Tell me, what is this cry of pain in the air?’

Issue 131

Peter Gizzi

‘was it wind or a creature / am I here or is it over’