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Bathroom Mirror
Often, when dazzled by sunlight,
James Longenbach
Creek
Now it is easy to find where the creek dwindles, where it thickens at last, where its
Carrie Causey
Vesper
The sky is blue for reasons other than atmospheric ones.
Chard deNiord
DEATH MARCH
Carry her the way it has to hurt:
Terese Svoboda
Beyond the Unnamed Thickets of Silence translated from Spanish by Jeremy Paden
Beyond the unnamed thickets of silence,
Elí Urbina
FIREFLIES
Evenings when the children
Jennifer O’Grady
A Drone Over Amish Country
We live in the past because there is nothing else to live in.
Brian Brodeur
Outhouse with Maggots
Look at us. Please. Do not run away.
Bridget Lowe
“Flüchtige monde” / “fugitive moons” translated from the German by Joscha Klueppel
mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,
Yevgeniy Breyger
A Poem Translated from Greek by Alex de Voogt
He went inside the café where they would go together.
Constantine P. Cavafy
[There was the way his mother]
There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.
Megan Nichols
From AfterTalk
Dumuzi spoke: “My sister, I would go with you to my garden
Chard deNiord
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