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Starlite Boulevard
By Grady Chambers
After we separated, I walked in the mornings
through that new part of the city, its streets named

for precious stones. I could never remember if Jade
came before Ruby, whether Garnet Street

preceded Opal. The winter was like that: turning into the wrong...
- Living
- Separation & Divorce
Life Centered Around
By Moon Bo Young
Translated By Hedgie Choi
I think with you at the center of my thoughts. Europa orbits Jupiter and centers Jupiter in its thoughts. Europa thinks about its day, spinning around that thing that is slowest to come when you want to escape. It massages...
Blades of Grace
By Carlina Duan
I wake up each morning desperate for another body. instead, the house cools
with blue windows. my lone carpet, my humidifier. what I’d give to touch

another spine, a hand, to sing into a temple. there is a cap on the world...
Poem for the Black Bird
By Alina Stefanescu
Today I wept with the kids as we drove
the dirt roads, grass greener than ever. I felt it
closed. The meadows smothered dozing cows in clover
and violet. A certain valence. It came so close
to something nameless. I needed the omnivorous
metaphor, a...
Manuscript Found in a Nutshell
By Andrey Egorov
Translated By Tatiana Retivov
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The impudent clang of locks
lops off blessed sleep at midway.
Angels convulsively putter about
sleep’s stump and then perish.

Foxes hide briskly in their foxholes
looking out from under their lids
in red alarm
into the outer dark—

there where one of our own,
mind you not the...
In My Cell
By Mike Owens
Forty books, mostly poetry,
religion, or politics. Four times
the number I’m allowed.

A Smith Corona Wordsmith 250
that will sometimes, while printing,
go inexplicably berserk.

Appellate briefs, legal work
from my own little war of attrition:
The State vs. Michael Owens.

Old letters from loved ones,
some who left...
XXV. Sade Severe Tango Dance of Love And Death Dance Of Night And Men Dance Of the Dark Kitchen Of The Poverty Of Desire
By Anne Carson
Shall we sharpen our eyes and circle closer to the beauty of the husband—
carefully, for he was on fire.
Under him the floor was on fire,
the world was on fire,
truth was on fire.
Around him green fire blew straight off every tree.
He...
- Living
- Separation & Divorce
For Y
By Seungja Choi
Translated By Cathy Park Hong & Won-Chung Kim
You have abandoned me.
Saying it’s time to break up,
you have abandoned me.
In the mountain and at the seashore,
I have abandoned myself.

When I splayed myself on the table and spread my legs,
I saw the sky through the concrete roof
and the air...
Savory Versus Sweet
By Adrienne Su
It isn’t the marriage that maps your course,
only the divorce.

One house has become all penance,
the other indulgence.

You struggle to resist
what has grown to feel illicit,

an appetite, threatening obsession,
for delectation.

What grows on trees tastes unfinished,
an imitation of artifice.

What court determined
that sweetness...
The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator
By Anne Sexton
The end of the affair is always death.
She’s my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Finger to finger, now she’s mine.
She’s...
Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound
By Anne Sexton
I am surprised to see
that the ocean is still going on.
Now I am going back
and I have ripped my hand
from your hand as I said I would
and I have made it this far
as I said I would
and I am on...
Snowballing
By Lindsey Holland
There’s sunshine with blueberries each morning I sing
fortissimo most evenings while we cook This is a poem
about joy It’s not neat My ex-husband had a rare condition
that made him feel fire ants were biting his face
eyebrows first then the rest...
There Is No Meaning Here
By Christine Kanownik
every night
an ancient priest
gives me advice
and in the morning
I’m all alone
with nothing
a universe
I don’t want
to bother you
or to upend
the universe
but your realtors
are getting
a divorce

the dark
is the dark
the wind
the sound
of the ocean
all relative
to the sensitivity
of a tiny
chain of bones
leading up
to or...
Remaindering: Habits
By Karthika Naïr
St. Andrews. Forbach. Gothenburg. Sète. Douai. Roubaix. The towns we knew as shapes at night, or a stranger in the next berth half-hidden beneath a duvet. A whirling midnight of boat-hopping in Nantes. Half of Lyon from 2001: all the...
Semicolons
By Zubair Ahmed
Forgive me.
I say to the wall.
My life is paper.
My jaws rust.

Wanderer: singing.
The sky is my home.
I throw roses into it
to color it red.

Stop: these roads
grow from me.
My journey must end
because my destinations
have ended.

Kneeling like a priest,
seeing the spherical eyes
of flies,...
Daniel
By Francine Simon
He stood at the back of his old Church, wanting to join in with the congregation.
Everyone followed the priest,
I confess to almighty God, and to you my brothers and sisters, that
I have sinned through my own fault in my thoughts...
[Immigration Headline]
By Javier Zamora
[byline]la herradura, s.v.—¿Do I have a mother? Have her pinkie in my hand crossing the street? Have her breath on my hair as she sings arru-rru mi niño to sleep. ¿Don’t you mean where? ¿What was your question? I’m older....
No Other
By Elaine Equi
I thought I had lost myself,
but I see it’s you that’s gone missing.

O always elsewhere.

What yacht or spaceship have you hijacked?

In what seedy hideaway do you scoff
at the sameness of all cities, all ideas?

Once you made me loquacious
because what’s the...
Pieces on the Ground
By Marianne Boruch
I gave up the pencil, the walk in woods, the fog
at dawn, a keyhole I lost an eye to.

And the habit of early, of acorn into oak—
bent tangled choked because of ache or...
Origin
By Atsuro Riley
Bloomed no intention not no notion

of a child but out you came.

What some got natural mothery

know-to-do unborn in me.

I been brought from cross the water far—

every bone a alien never not.

(No soil no roots yall clinch so hard

for home gon’...

p1Starlite Boulevard

Life Centered Around

p1Blades of Grace

p1Poem for the Black Bird

p1Manuscript Found in a Nutshell

p1In My Cell

XXV. Sade Severe Tango Dance of Love And Death Dance Of Night And Men Dance Of the Dark Kitchen Of The Poverty Of Desire

p1For Y

p1Savory Versus Sweet

The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator

Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound

p1Snowballing

There Is No Meaning Here

p1Remaindering: Habits

p1Semicolons

p1Daniel

p1[Immigration Headline]

p1No Other

p1Pieces on the Ground

p1Origin

Starlite Boulevard

Blades of Grace

Poem for the Black Bird

Manuscript Found in a Nutshell

In My Cell

For Y

Savory Versus Sweet

Snowballing

Remaindering: Habits

Semicolons

Daniel

[Immigration Headline]

No Other

Pieces on the Ground

Origin