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Antonio Gamoneda, from Book of the Cold (World Poetry Books, May 2022) translated from Spanish by Katherine M. Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez
You smell the wet linens, your acids.
Antonio Gamoneda
My Raincoat Opens Doors for Me
It holds a door open above my head.
Andrea Cohen
Snake Church and Patience, with Bees
I’m Reverend Brody Coots
R.T. Smith
Wild Yeast & Kiss and Tell
What color is Shakespeare?
Cherene Sherrard
BY THE MEADOWS OF HAY BALES
By the meadows of hay bales
Ira Sadoff
POSTCARD WITH A CITY’S AERIAL VIEW AT NIGHT
To think that each lit window there
Laure-Anne Bosselaar
Cosmology
Someone has spilled the moon
Linda Pastan
Value and Reverie
The dog dreams on the rug
David Young
Block Party
Start Me Up! was what started it--Monica Litzkus from up
David Huddle
The Maker
The maker never uses thread
Robert Hilles
Three poems by Nadia Mifsud translated from Maltese by Miriam Calleja
abracadabresque this silence spreading sorrow
Nadia Mifsud
Purity | A Withered Rose
Amazing solitude.
Nina Cassian
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