Poem: Kirsten Imani Kasai


clockworks: rusted, spoiled here we are in a new forest trees leaves with serpentine tails creeping crawler roots wiggling tongues fluttering in that gilded breeze rife with snakes. coiled copper springs arrowheads sprung, throbbing Sing. Sing! For god dwells in details. (blood spattered sheets/meat hooks in the flesh) and i don’t want to give my … Continue reading

Poem: Elizabeth Tannen


Metaphor In the context of a river you’re an anvil, an artist, a quick silver flash. I’m a stick: black as a sleeve, I move through the thrush of your peculiar bank. In the context of an orbit you’re a sphere, shifting as a fork in a certain, beloved mouth. I’m home. In the context … Continue reading

Poem: Carl Boon


Plumfall The sidewalk’s black with them. They stick to the bottoms of our sandals and even the crows grow nauseous, coming constantly at the smell. Most love better the preceding flowers, the sides of buildings months before dotted white as the wind picks up. The dead are better for wine, most say, but mornings in … Continue reading

Poem: Dawn Paul


Avalanche Always, the lag sound traveling the distance, peak to valley Looking up from green Grindelwald at Jungfrau, white at noon On a flank, blade-sharp against the Swiss blue sky one puff of crystal snow rose trailed off in wind-blown streamers then—a bass drum struck with a cloth mallet That first time, I did not … Continue reading

Poem: Lucy Dunphy Barsness


Selkie Writing eases all things vinegar, like prodding cool peat with a salt-scorched nose. O the smell of wet earth! I used to carry land and sea in a tic tac box to take like tonic when in a desert or a parking lot. My mother told me that, when I was a girl pup, … Continue reading

Poem: Rachel Schloss


Open Sea I like to imagine Rumi as a whale, spouting words like water. I don’t know what whales breathe, and Rumi, did he breathe the water he wrote? I want to ask what life is, what it’s meant to be. I decide instead to write it down in words. On Friday, I saw a … Continue reading

Poem: Kushal Poddar


Right After Right after she leaves him he balls a corner of rain, tears it, hurls it at the speck on the horizon she becomes. I rock my chair. Watching anger moving the sky, sweeping darkness into a heap and blazing it with a simple matchstick. I rock and think where did he get the … Continue reading

Poem: Bénédicte Kusendila


#Used A song fell out of his coat. I believe it’s yours, he said. Or: I should get that hole fixed. Something along those lines. As a teenager/student, some of  Bénédicte Kusendila’s poems in Afrikaans were published in Belgium, where she grew up. In a former life, she was a member of the South-African Afrikaans … Continue reading

Poem: Jennifer Finstrom


Pre-Raphaelite Morning: Paintings on the Beach* Sunrise hammers the lake into flattened metal, and two crisp swallows detail the sky. Hunt or Millais might have painted this scene, the playground equipment intensely cobalt as it waits unused, surrounded by slender, newly planted trees. No one sits in the slightly moving swing. Not a young girl … Continue reading

Poem: Monique Gagnon German


What I’m Driving At In the space between songs on the disk, I decide: lane change, hear tic-tic in the silence between strands of music, as if the blinker is talking to the white line beneath saying yes, this is my intent and the line suddenly breaks up laughing in agreement. It is easy to … Continue reading


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