still learning to speak the language

of revolving doors

- leslie mcintosh

coriolis effect

leslie mcintosh

one man calls another

                                                         baby

                             though not in comparison

the alternative is to drown in silence

- matt longabucco

A word is a thought

- Dorothea Lasky

Whispering save me save me

- Dorothea Lasky

It is time to sing like cobblestones in rain.
- Carolyn Forché

Death is a burnt mirror

- Erika L. Sánchez

How can I ask you 

to be kind in a world that isn’t?

- Erika L. Sánchez

the hours viscous

- erika l. sánchez

the “I” is forever 

insatiable

- Erika L. Sánchez

I write disappearing scut. 

I write rut. 

- Frederick Seidel

I am civilized but 

I see the silence 

- Frederick Seidel

O Grande Buda

Apenas dorme

Na primavera

- Shiki

O heart, O troubled heart

- William Butler Yeats

The Term

William Carlos Williams

A rumpled sheet

of brown paper

about the length

and apparent bulk

of a man was

rolling with the

wind slowly over

and over in

the street as

a car drove down

upon it and

crushed it to

the ground. Unlike

a man it rose

again rolling

with the wind over

and over to be as

it was before