November 2017
- Shane McCrae
- Fatimah Asghar
- Franny Choi
- Rae Armantrout
- Cortney Lamar Charleston
From this Issue
Poem
wolf moon
No moon in sight, so I howled at the exit sign instead. Red runes, electric. Telling an old story of escape, of wind, a wide cold. A distant car alarm. Otherwise: the dark, and our bodies, two strange women...
No moon in sight, so I howled at the exit sign instead. Red runes, electric. Telling an old story of escape, of wind, a wide cold. A distant car alarm. Otherwise: the dark, and our bodies, two strange women...
Poem
Say licked clean at birth. Say
weeping in the tall grass, where
this tantalizing song begins,
birds perched on a crooked branch
over a grave of an unending trek
into the valley of cooling waters.
The soil’s thirst, lessons...
weeping in the tall grass, where
this tantalizing song begins,
birds perched on a crooked branch
over a grave of an unending trek
into the valley of cooling waters.
The soil’s thirst, lessons...
Table of Contents
POEMS
- Natalie Shapero
- Franny Choi
- Yusef Komunyakaa
- Natalie Scenters-Zapico
- Rae Armantrout
- Alan R. Shapiro
- Shane McCrae
- Jenny Xie
- Donald Platt
- Marcus Slease
- Bruce Bond
- Jalal al-Din Rumi
- Anne Waldman
Peripheral Visions
Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg poetry fellows
- The Editors
- Fatimah Asghar
- Cortney Lamar Charleston
- Roy G. Guzmán
- Emily Jungmin Yoon
- Sumita Chakraborty
Comment
- Matthew Bevis
CONTRIBUTORS
- Rae Armantrout
- Fatimah Asghar
- Matthew Bevis
- Bruce Bond
- Sumita Chakraborty
- Cortney Lamar Charleston
- Franny Choi
- The Editors
- Elaine Equi
- Roy G. Guzmán
- Yusef Komunyakaa
- Shane McCrae
- Donald Platt
- Jalal al-Din Rumi
- Natalie Scenters-Zapico
- Natalie Shapero
- Alan R. Shapiro
- Marcus Slease
- Anne Waldman
- Jenny Xie
- Emily Jungmin Yoon