I made her a vow that I always would, so I join two fresh clusters in my clumsy and careful hands as I cradle her slumbering nape. I am submerged in the calculus of it all, as though concentration is where I took my misstep. As though I am not three decades behind in my […]
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Leah Falk: Commonest in Nature
Sara Turing You said: I always seem to want to make things from the thing that’s commonest in nature. Then, out of air, you made a machine. What commonness you’d find if you were here – what shapes and colors would repeat, and at what wild, silent rhythms. Come back, I want the worlds you […]
Leah Falk: Visiting
When her only boy first felt his throat crowd, she thought of her father’s boyhood fever which washed over his heart like an ocean over sand. Sand: maybe a window once, in a house the ocean also claimed. Which is to say the body is for some a kind of furniture: in hard times hauled […]
S.M. Ellis: All the Crows Saw
I feared wheat fields, my brother hidden among scarecrows, manic laughter we hooked back home, warring tomatoes by fistful, splattered shirt and shoe once he tackled me tore my skirt and choked one plump gob into my mouth. We did not talk for days. My father blamed our ruined crops on crows. I showed him […]
James Ellenberger: Suburban Love Poem
The roses wilt and congregate, stuffy as priests, on the kitchen table. So much of our love is metaphorical. Was. Why not this? Last night I got high and sat at the edge of the pool where entire galaxies are flung like a grindstone’s fire. I slept on the lawn. It was absurd. What did […]
Matthieu Baumier: Poems from Mystes
(Translated by Elizabeth Brunazzi) 1. à Eva-Maria Berg Je suis né dans un pays de neiges et de cendres Pays où l’on n’arrive Jamais. Et que jamais, on ne quitte ni ne connaît Pays d’où personne ne vient, où le soleil croît en larmes de cendres, débris de neiges noircies et d’âmes englouties dans l’étincelle […]