Two Poems by Sam Preminger

Prelude Someone is trying out shiny soldier’s boots  right now – right now. And don’t they look excellent? Reflecting  the stern jaw staring down, un-scuffed. Without music, men set out to pain the night. There’s an allowance, always, for what fits tightly: the starched-white, fresh-pressed, machine-stitched lettering, like ice. Someone is sleeping outside. Someone’s slouched in the…

Two Poems by Michael Adam Carroll

Central American History Lessons If you can writeYour history Without The bodies… [redacted] And their survivorsWhisper of generationsDisappearedFrom their own soil Foreign to youSavage to youDistant from youThe truth sanitized for you In Kodachrome newsreelsWhere you’re The lead actorIn their oral tradition Webs of truthSpunFrom ear to earUnder the cover of night BecauseCentral to this country’s Intelligence is a…

“fast” by Noor Ibn Najam

noor is an experimental poet. she’s received fellowships from Callaloo and The Watering Hole and is a recent resident of the Vermont Studio Center. her poems have been published and anthologized with DIAGRAM, ANMLY, The Academy of American Poets, the Rumpus, Bettering American Poetry, and others.

Leaf-Out by William Olsen

Leaf-Out This earliest aspiration to the serial green overstory is stalled, sticky, stuck, mid-leaf.  Our streets have not yet darkened with design, to make summer livable.  Daylight is not yet switched off by shade.  The bare trees could not turn off the day, but look.   Already the coppery color of late fall leaf-rust, these  are…

Two Poems by Landis Grenville

Still Life with Sergei Osipov                                 with a line from Frank O’Hara The cornflowers in a green vase easily associated on a table inside— No more miracles until afternoon. I want a quiet life: cans of blueberry jam, dark roast, the semi-cubism of things in rain. No one around to hear me say it.…

Erebus Redux by Linda Bierds

Erebus Redux                                 Each name long ago logged.  Ice Master.  Boatswain. In fading ink on vellum, all:  the caulkers and purser, the Newfoundland, Neptune, the monkey, Jacko. The task today?  Reanimation, as up from the wreckage divers lift toward the green light of DNA six strands of hair on a boar-bristle brush, and toward…

Two Poems by Michael Schmeltzer

“are you ok I’m worried about You say something” —SPAM email subject line I am burning crayons in the dark.Have I returned to or destroyed mychildhood? Every color melts, especially our favorites.Who once said their bones were as soft as candlewax?Those with ears listen. Those without earslistened too much. I heard it takeseight pounds of pressure to rip off the human…

Jasmine An

ONE OF MY FIVE BODIES WAS BORN A DRAGON AND BECAME A HORSE PRAYER FOR A FAILED MASC BATESIAN MIMICRY ONE OF MY FIVE BODIES WAS BORN A DRAGON AND BECAME A HORSE One of my five bodies was born a dragon and became a horse in atonement for eating another horse. Underneath my white…

Nadia Alexis

Watershed I arrive at my father’s feet a dyingmapou tree. He covers his eyes withmud while the goats feast on my fallen hair. I hear my mother call for the Lordto send just enough rain for our lungs& her carnations to see a new season. My mother always says boys & men are bestat taking.…