Elegy for Our Dog
Amy M. Clark
This morning on waking /
you and I were rolled to opposite /
edges of our bed, as if trailing our hands /
in the waters of two different oceans. / ...
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Surf Lesson
Amy M. Clark
“Welcome to my living room,” /
he said as she climbed into the cab /
of his red Chevy. It was big enough /
to remove her pants in, but at the beach / ...
A Thing Will Still Be a Thing No Matter What You Place in Front of It
Carolina Ebeid
They try to explain the shape of what happens in my afflicted brain. / ...
Napoleon
Carolina Ebeid
A weed grows through this feeling: unwanted, /
untended prickly milk thistle spreading / ...
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 / ...