Rebecca Macijeski
“Let me tell you again. A new day is a new world is a new mind. There are a few constants: cerebral cortex, Irish breakfast tea, the way window light makes wavering star maps across the too-tired skin of my hands.”
Rebecca Macijeski
“Perhaps I’ll eat everything. Perhaps I eat everything and the hunger remains. What then? What more can I put in my body put in my mind put in my heart before next thing I know I’ll want the whole town on a bed of lettuce, my family tree deep fried.”
Rebecca Macijeski
“Why is the sky blue, but the clouds have so many different colors? It’s a signal question. When a child asks why is the sky blue what she means is suddenly I see the bigness of the world all around me like a thicket of knowledge I can’t get to the center of.”
Cletus Crow
“Methuselah died
at nine hundred
and sixty-nine, which
is enough if
only to get to know you.”
Ellis Elliott
“I want to tell you about the flock
of starlings, pinpricks like pixels,
shifting direction against the grid”
Evan Nicholls
“‘Buy the buoy,’ said the salesman.
‘No,’ said the person back.”
Evan Nicholls
“Nobody asked for it, but there it is. In the way of honking cars and bighorn sheep and clementine oranges. People yelling for it to get out of the way, and watch out.”
David Wojciechowski
Not the sound of a real cricket, but an electric one. That’s what I’m hearing. The stone against stone.
David Wojciechowski
“The candlemaker has a secret. He walks it through the darkness. He places it on the ground. Runs away from it.”
Sophie Bebeau
“every woman is a fossiled fern limestone impression
made of threads that backstitch the first moon
and this moon together”
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.”
Cameron Morse
Breath is soft, surf
from a distant island, before day-
break, another day breaks
upon you. Your day sees you
Cameron Morse
That I would remember moving in here
time would bear witness
I am still here, have weathered
and written seasons out-
Eva-Maria Sher
“Let there exist for us
not one further sorrow
Come to me once again
clear-sounding myth weaver”
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.”
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”
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.”
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.”
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.”