From this Issue
Poem
yellow plastic
black sea
eye-shaped shard
on a darkened map
no shores now
to arrive — or
depart
no wind but
this waiting which
moves you
as if the seconds
could be entered
& never left
toy boat — oarless
each wave
a green lamp
outlasted
toy boat
toy leaf dropped
from a toy tree
waiting
waiting
as if the sp-
arrows
thinning above you
are not
already pierced
by their...
black sea
eye-shaped shard
on a darkened map
no shores now
to arrive — or
depart
no wind but
this waiting which
moves you
as if the seconds
could be entered
& never left
toy boat — oarless
each wave
a green lamp
outlasted
toy boat
toy leaf dropped
from a toy tree
waiting
waiting
as if the sp-
arrows
thinning above you
are not
already pierced
by their...
Poem
If they would only just beat or shoot me, but they wanted soul substance, to harbor that like that, so I could never move from this place. So they reach crackled hands inside and hold it open for raking ...
We...
We...
Table of Contents
split this rock
- Sarah Browning
- Ocean Vuong
- Dawn Lundy Martin
- Jennifer Bartlett
- Jan Beatty
- Reginald Dwayne Betts
- Regie Cabico
- Dominique Christina
- Martha Collins
- Linda Hogan
- Craig Santos Perez
- Aracelis Girmay
On National Poetry Month
the view from here
- Mariame Kaba
- Meredith Walker
- Omar Kholeif
- Tilleke Schwarz
comment
- Ben Lerner
- Michael Robbins
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