Steve Davenport
“Here on the moon things are boring.
Gray as dumbbells or November,
as snow chains or the machete
I forgot at home. Never mind”
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Excerpts from “Hehasnoname”
Sharron Hass
Translated by Marcela Sulak
“these are not lines of poetry
the poem is soaked in darkness
it moves along the tracks on the other side of words
and it screeches. I hear the screeching.”
Lost Creek Cave
Anna B. Sutton
“The open mouth of it all. I tried
to enter, but decided against it”
I Cloud the Moon
Lisa Williams
“I cloud the moon. All’s condescension,
my thought of what you are becomes”
You Is Not the Room
Lisa Williams
“You is not the room you thought it was,
capacious room for swearing, rambling,
turning, stomping the walls and floors.”
Sunday in the Woods
Benjamin Niespodziany
“Her cloak is earth and science. His skin is myth and bear. In each of her pockets, she keeps leaves, seeds, stems, friends. He has no pockets and this makes him sad.”
There are No Salvageable Parts
Benjamin Niespodziany
“Never mind what this has to do with wolves. Somewhere in your absence a cricket is lapping up the snow.”
Scent of Wood
Adhimas Prasetyo
Translated by Liswindio Apendicaesar
“so much of drizzle at that dark night, / when the cold and my fingers were fighting to crawl
at your nape hair.”
After Jazz Ends
Adhimas Prasetyo
Translated by Liswindio Apendicaesar
“you feel like a part of you is left inside jazz. you find another part that is reading this poem.”
Before the Jazz Ends
Adhimas Prasetyo
Translated by Liswindio Apendicaesar
“before the jazz ends, you imagine a piece of night slowing down.”
Rebirth
Tamiko Dooley
“You pulled a violet crown-of-thorns out of the sea in Okinawa”
shelf life
Shin Yu Pai
“when my son’s cough / lingers, I feed him spoonfuls”
marble chunk
Shin Yu Pai
“it rested in a parking lot in North Seattle / the unhewn hunk of quarried stone touched”
Catastrophic
Brian Henry
“When I think of how / my life was spent.”
Mine
Brian Henry
“Even your gaze runs / no risk of falling.”
Thralls
Kevin McIlvoy
“Why don’t you make a little poem of your self-pity?”
i once was a witch
Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi
“They carry a little flame inside they do / To say their name takes a little fire
Epigenetics
Diti Ronen
Translated by Joanna Chen
“A cold wind is also a voice / and distant music / a man turning over in his sleep / dreaming of home.”
First we are lost
Peter Grandbois
the yellow jackets buzz about the yard
more and more I find it difficult to go on
my son hit their nest with the lawnmower
days churn through patterns of heat and dust
My character
Valerie Coulton
My character never slept in the street by the Chinese gate.
My character had inconsistent handwriting and a scribbled signature, like a hieroglyph.
mistakes, a bracelet
Valerie Coulton
red & red’s friends
walk into a bar
this was when bars were still open
you know
but that’s not really important
or maybe it’s kind of important
Mary Oliver Is Dead
Kristin Fogdall
and I want to know
did she ever watch the gulls at Race Point hang
on nothing but invention,
moving a little up,
a little down,
strung on thread,
love poem
Edward Smallfield
a quantum
of color
season &
what little
meditations in an emergency
Edward Smallfield
1 red cabbage sauerkraut with ginger on a hot dog at a ballgame
2 only the imagination is real
when does a body
alyssa hanna
i heard the nazis studied the stars.
i heard they asked twin children
their favorite constellations
and they all picked gemini.
when they got bored they decided
Found Poem: Emails Intended for the Vice President’s Daughter
Charlotte Pence
I. RE: The Last ‘War’ of the Old Men
If you should
be interested,
I could help
your side
a little bit
A Dancer a Builder and a Saint Walk into a Bar
Maggie Blake Bailey
Everyone knows the saint, that is how saints work.
The dancer makes space around herself,
flutters her hands open to glass and ice.
Name an Asteroid
Maggie Blake Bailey
Orbits are overrated.
The idea we should trace a path,
turn like a wheel, like a gear.
palm springs poem
gigi bella
maybe we keep waking up in the same day/
nameless & unassuming /melatonin sleep
in drool dried pillows/o the soft jello’d hours
when we are awake/ a melted magma disco ball
A way to wait away the news
Genevieve Kaplan
I thought to shelve, I thought to put away, to notice and to ask for
and observe. I’m most of the time usually fine
with others talking
like that, and keeping up with their pleasures or certain