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Three poems by Nadia Mifsud translated from Maltese by Miriam Calleja
abracadabresque this silence spreading sorrow
Nadia Mifsud
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
Redeye | The Window’s Water
that never sets,
Terese Svoboda
Three Poems
After we moved to Tiny Town, Mom started selling huge Egyptian harps that were larger than the tiny houses.
Jeff Friedman and Meg Pokrass
Sweetness
Sweetness of fish sauce and tonal voice
Hoa Nguyen
BIRD
I lived between the hemisphere of songbirds and the hemisphere
Bruce Smith
Imperial Crimson
There is no way I can write ‘producing meanings’ as my job in the CV,
Yuliia Vereta
Oj Golube, Moj Golube
I was born to pigeons cooing.
Milica Mijatović
I’m Going to Bed When You Go to Bed
Let someone else learn the borders of every country’s will,
Laurie Lamon
Down by the River
Down by the river behind the barn
J.T. Ledbetter
The Injured Future
Far left cluster the listeners, their heads lifted toward the speaker.
Terese Svoboda
PASTORAL
The circle lies unbroken, and the lord is by and by.
Sarah Estes
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