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Three poems from Kembang Kertas (Balinese for bougainvillea) in Filipino and Kinaray-a
Here, we are told
John Iremil Teodoro
Club X
Between the gaping double-doors of Club-X and two leather thugs,
Philip Metres
SQUANDERED MOONS
Probes on TV tell the tale of their
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Outhouse with Maggots
Look at us. Please. Do not run away.
Bridget Lowe
The Dirty Orgasm, The Eleanor Ross Taylor Poems & Aren’t You Ashamed
I know what you think. I’m the orgasm poet. I have nothing else to write about. I should stop.
Nin Andrews
Over
Suddenly, it’s over, and I hear!
Laura Kasischke
GDR CHINA | LAMB
My housekeeper had the dishes brought
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Standing by a Coppice Gate, Reading “The Darkling Thrush”
The city gate loomed at century’s end,
Brian Culhane
Flour, Eggs, Milk, Baking Powder, Salt and God
O Best Beloved, tell me, if you know, why—
Suzanne Lummis
From Night, by Ennio Moltedo, translated from Spanish by Marguerite Feitlowitz
Can we go on like this?
Ennio Moltedo
Arf
At the stoplight in Dogleg children swept metal
Peter Jay Shippy
ORACLES | HOME FRONT
Gone, even the singing fountain, here
Ron Smith
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