Napoleon
Carolina Ebeid
A weed grows through this feeling: unwanted, /
untended prickly milk thistle spreading / ...
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XXV. Salobrena
Major Jackson
That stretch of mountains features white windmill /
blades whose slow turns are rifles aiming, for I cannot /
help but think of Lorca’s killing between here and the village / ...
Dancing with My Father
Kirun Kapur
If you could go back in time, /
do you think you could have saved them? / ...
For the Survivors
Kirun Kapur
Begin with a seed. Begin with the father and the mother, your first Adam and Eve. Begin with what falls from the tree: you can live on bruised ...
After Lorca’s Death
Kent Maynard
They took his body, thin /
and riddled with holes— /
they stole it / ...
Biting the Branch
—Buea, Cameroon, Kent Maynard
Late afternoon, I’m walking back /
from market, the stalls locked early /
from no queues: Cameroon’s been caught /
by an economic crisis for twenty years. / ...
This Window and a Wish
—Oxford, 2011, Kent Maynard
The man leans toward her, /
hair flung out unbidden, as though /
conducting sonatas with a quick thrust / ...
The Witch’s Eye
—Oxford, Kent Maynard
By the kitchen window, /
squinting at an old slide, /
I glimpse my garden leaching white, /
copper sedum /
suddenly gone silver, /
dead hydrangeas levitating / ...
Dear B,
Jennifer Militello
This black trance where I lie like a cat, these arrows living naked in the after of my hands. Such resonance tempers the dark. I fever with impossibility. I fiddle with the antithesis ...
Dear B,
Jennifer Militello
Two months of spasms and still I am not well. Awake is more knives than I can count. I was the one who shut the window. But all the dead flies had already come in. All I remember …