Beatriz Rocha
Translated by Grant Schutzman
“I went to a used-bookstore and spent exactly 222 reais
(on 14 books, 2 I’d already read, by Chico Buarque)
I went to a beach down South
I kissed a trumpeter with
a cute freckle at a party”
Beatriz Rocha
Translated by Grant Schutzman
“I went to a used-bookstore and spent exactly 222 reais
(on 14 books, 2 I’d already read, by Chico Buarque)
I went to a beach down South
I kissed a trumpeter with
a cute freckle at a party”
Lorelei Bacht
“how bright the air that expands and
contracts between bodies. questions
of sands and lunar tides. we count”
Lorelei Bacht
“a cardboard box of orange peels, loose
birds, amber trinkets and silent marks.”
Steve Davenport
“The Son of a Bitch of Hope ate
on and off the table, ate
the table, ate the chairs, ate
the keys out the locks, ate
”
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”
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.”
Anna B. Sutton
“The open mouth of it all. I tried
to enter, but decided against it”
Lisa Williams
“I cloud the moon. All’s condescension,
my thought of what you are becomes”
Lisa Williams
“You is not the room you thought it was,
capacious room for swearing, rambling,
turning, stomping the walls and floors.”
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.”
Benjamin Niespodziany
“Never mind what this has to do with wolves. Somewhere in your absence a cricket is lapping up the snow.”
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.”
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.”
Adhimas Prasetyo
Translated by Liswindio Apendicaesar
“before the jazz ends, you imagine a piece of night slowing down.”
Tamiko Dooley
“You pulled a violet crown-of-thorns out of the sea in Okinawa”
Shin Yu Pai
“when my son’s cough / lingers, I feed him spoonfuls”
Shin Yu Pai
“it rested in a parking lot in North Seattle / the unhewn hunk of quarried stone touched”
Brian Henry
“When I think of how / my life was spent.”
Brian Henry
“Even your gaze runs / no risk of falling.”
Kevin McIlvoy
“Why don’t you make a little poem of your self-pity?”
Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi
“They carry a little flame inside they do / To say their name takes a little fire
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.”
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
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.
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
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,
Edward Smallfield
a quantum
of color
season &
what little
Edward Smallfield
1 red cabbage sauerkraut with ginger on a hot dog at a ballgame
2 only the imagination is real
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
Charlotte Pence
I. RE: The Last ‘War’ of the Old Men
If you should
be interested,
I could help
your side
a little bit