Terra Incognita By Sara Eliza Johnson Winter 2021 Out here, I’m lonely enough to open / my body for anyone that finds me 0 Comments
The Abyssal Zone By Sara Eliza Johnson Winter 2021 Sometimes it’s seaweed in your throat you can’t cough out / or an ink cloud expanding in your skull 0 Comments
Now and Then By Michael Martella Fall 2021 Inasmuch as our faces / bear resemblance, / now, to what // I imagine of them 0 Comments
Dramaturgy By Jason Schneiderman Fall 2021 I’m writing a play about a Kommandant at Auschwitz / who recognizes one of the Jewish prisoners/ as a famous poet 0 Comments
The Parable of the Dictator By Jason Schneiderman Fall 2021 After the death of the dictator, his son wanted him embalmed. His son wanted him on perpetual display in a glass box. 0 Comments
Awe By Didi Jackson Fall 2021 What damage do I do? / The night avoids my eyes, so does the road. / I am never wholly myself, unto myself. 0 Comments
Haibun: Spring By Sally Wen Mao Fall 2021 Spring turns to summer, hopes fly high. A golden romance—in my bloody fists I smell osmanthus flowers. Under the pulped sun, lovers grow young and younger. 0 Comments
I Will End the Line of My Ancestors By Sally Wen Mao Fall 2021 Some days, I sail on an empty boat to a country I don’t know. / With my navy-blue passport, I can go anywhere. 0 Comments
Aubade By Michael Martella Fall 2021 Through the window, what light gives / new meaning in the day. 0 Comments
How Distant the Meanings By Michael Martella Fall 2021 Able only to recall / his parting footsteps—the chipping away at / a tree one fells at last 0 Comments
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