Two Poems
'Heroes of Saturday nights, what madness
to renounce Sundays.'
Sebastiano Cannata (trans. by Arlene Ang)

Four Poems
'The candle toppled.
Vultures leave behind
The wick of a human being.'
Timothy Hodor

Eclipse
'garbage-bag trees and vesicled Lolitas'
Peter Leonard

A Few Simple Commands
'die like we
were meant to die—
as sparrows falling from their nests.'
Lee Moskow

Mrs. Grape
'There was a once a man who would take her
wrists above her head, encirling them
between his thumb and forefinger...'
Shann Palmer

Old Plane Crash
'But this peeled, rusted skin
this blasted glass a glittering dirge...'
Rolf Potts

Two Poems
'There was a certain safety in
non-numbers, in an island
14 miles from any coast.'
Margo Solod