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 ...
Category:Volume 4
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 …
Raftery’s Buttons
Pete Mullineaux
Raftery, blind poet and fiddler /
negotiating the rough back roads /
of Galway-Mayo, stumbling /
over fallen trees, circumnavigating /
lethal drains and ruts, raging /
against rivals, the status quo / ...
A Piper Prepares
Pete Mullineaux
It’s almost like shooting up: a captivating ritual – /
the belt looped around the forearm; buckle /
notched, blowpipe joined to leather bag; a shard /
of cloth folded between elbow and rib for comfort – / ...
A Slow Start to the Set
Pete Mullineaux
All materials are alive – /
at least in the sense they /
have potential to make sound. / ...