ISSUE 4 // POETRY

 
 "Fire Flowers" by Candice James

"Fire Flowers" by Candice James

KATIE ANHALT // ROMANTIK

// THE NEAREST PARADISE 

"I find a casket / Polished ebony / In a white dust labyrinth / Under lily moon. / But it will not open / for my comprehension." - The Nearest Paradise

JASMINE BAILEY // SIDDHARTHA

// DISAPPEARED

"I could come back / an egret lancing the marsh; / perhaps the osprey / once disappointed a good man. / And if human— / longer-legged, sun-colored?" - Siddhartha

 
 "Lioness" by Jennifer Lothrigel

"Lioness" by Jennifer Lothrigel

AMEE BROUMAND // HIDDEN

"in the mind’s core, a waterfall—(a strange thing, / a thing ill-designed to assuage fear—"

HARMONY BUTTON // THE WOUND

// BICEPS

"I still appreciate your genetic sturdiness, your / non-wimpy here's

one-for-the attitude, your / sweater stretching broadness and your /

offering to fight off all the scary things" - Biceps

 
 "Punctured Mindscape Folds" by Richard Vyse

"Punctured Mindscape Folds" by Richard Vyse

HA KIET CHAU // HALFWAY HOME

// NOVEMBER 30, 1998

// A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE

"the river is dead in december. / canaries and frogs drift facedown in the water. / i am swimming and drinking the river, / gulp after gulp until i’m so heavy, i sink." - November 30, 1998

CACONRAD // PLUTO.1 // PLUTO.2

// PLUTO.3 // PLUTO.4

"we win from time to time / abandoned above adaptable positions of

the losing / we risk everything in thinking we can navigate maverick

of the green" - Pluto.4

CAITLIN CUNDIFF // A PRIVATE VIEWING

// PUNNETT SQUARES

"When Father cleanses her hands / and pastes them together, / I

hope he glues them in prayer." - A Private Viewing

 

 

 

 
 "Gunslinger Dreaming of Her" by Ege Al'Bege

"Gunslinger Dreaming of Her" by Ege Al'Bege

THOMAS DOOLEY // BALLAD OF LIEUTENANT TOM DOOLEY, 1955

// BALLAD, 1960

"He can polish / down Tom’s jags He can conceal / a pimple They

know at the flower shop / skip the lilies the mister sneezes" - Ballad,

1960

MAGGIE GRABER // ROLLER DERBY NIGHT IN SOUTHERN ILLINOIS

"and I wish, on the way home, you could have seen / the Big Dipper above Crab Orchard Lake, nailed / to the black wall of space, and the moon spinning slow"

JENNIFER JACKSON BERRY // COTTON BIRTHDAY

// [M]OTHER'S COMMUTE

// [M]OTHER'S DREAM

"Our baby tops a pill bottle, / each white disk / the wrong kind of confetti / kept fresh under her billow." - Cotton Birthday 

GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE translated by JENNA LE // JUNE SUN, THOU ART A GAYAGEUM

"Sundays here drag on and on / and organ-grinders from Morocco /

flood the gray courtyards with their moans."

 

 
  "It Is Nice To Be Me" by Nigel Ford

"It Is Nice To Be Me" by Nigel Ford

ESTHER LIN // RUNAWAY

// IT'S POSSIBLE THE DAYS MARCH FORWARD 

"This afternoon Emma Bovary tipped forward / and black mud ran from her mouth. Someone, / in preserving her hair, dark as that mud, / sliced her temple twice instead." - It's Possible the Days March Forward

HOLLY MITCHELL // EMILY IN SAN FRANSISCO 

"With blushing orange, / I give myself a saccharine cross. / I lick the sacred from my pointer and sigh. / My time is at last synched"

 
  "Man Profiled X" by Richard Vyse

"Man Profiled X" by Richard Vyse

HASANTHIKA SIRISENA // CADRE

// AFTER A PIPE BOMB EXPLOSION, THE MOST SERIOUS INJURIES MAY NOT BE VISIBLE

// MY SISTER FORWARDS A LINK

"Truly, truly, thangachi, do not / worry. A bottle is much harder / to hit than a man." - Cadre

SHARON SUZUKI-MARTINEZ // THE DEAD WHALE TRAVELING CIRCUS

"A whale fetus / like disintegrating sandwich meat is sad entertainment. / But for them, the whale is a constellation / drifting across the womb-cosmos of memory."

DEBORAH BENACOT translated by MARGARET YOUNG // UNTITLED

"your absence is this dirty rag / I use to rub my memories / one by

one / until they gleam"

 
  "Make Up Your Mind" by David Klugman

"Make Up Your Mind" by David Klugman

PIA TAAVILA-BORSHEIM // SANDING THE HULL

// FROM CAR TO SCHWINN AND BACK AGAIN

"In that moment, you say yes, you will drive down / that unknown

road, a back road, even though / you don't know where it goes and

time is short." - From Car to Schwinn and Back Again

SHERRE VERNON // PRAYER PIECES

// AN EASTER HOMILY IN LOS ANGELES 

"We’ll go to New Orleans,a foggy suitcase and the long road.When

they wake you, I will knowyour face, a clove of spun sugar" - An

Easter Homily in Los Angeles