Evan Williams
“I allow that you may carry me upon your back while it is that we walk. I will hold equally onto everything in my life and in yours.”
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Surf
Cameron Morse
Breath is soft, surf
from a distant island, before day-
break, another day breaks
upon you. Your day sees you
That I Would
Cameron Morse
That I would remember moving in here
time would bear witness
I am still here, have weathered
and written seasons out-
Let There Exist For Us…
Eva-Maria Sher
“Let there exist for us
not one further sorrow
Come to me once again
clear-sounding myth weaver”
Spot
Rolla Barraqz
Translated by Muntather Alsawad and Jeffrey Clapp
“Hold the camera steady
zoom in
and if you want to go further
choose a different angle.”
In this movie
David C. Hall
“In this movie God is made of aluminum foil,
computer screens and old cell phones,
beer cans and dead batteries
with eyes of Christmas tree lights”
April II
Réka Nyitrai
“Deadheaded dandelions and your seed flowing. This is oblivion: bliss not yet congealed and my dummy heart pooling bundles of hope to be sold at a reduced price.”
April I
Réka Nyitrai
“It seems that the bull-headed man managed to shoot my bird. I didn’t hear the gunshot but I felt the bird’s fall.”
On the Things I Did at the End of the World
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”
thunderclouds
Lorelei Bacht
“how bright the air that expands and
contracts between bodies. questions
of sands and lunar tides. we count”
you have become an archive.
Lorelei Bacht
“a cardboard box of orange peels, loose
birds, amber trinkets and silent marks.”
The Son of a Bitch of Hope After
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
”
Moon Talk
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”
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.”