It’s the end of May
Andrey Egorov
If I’m transformed by language, I am often
crouched in footnote or blazing in title.
Where in the body do I begin

- Layli Long Soldier
Possible futures pour like loud blues from too-small headphones.
I know mine is not murdered.
Let me say it again: I know my future is not murdered.

Leigh Sugar
I try but can’t remember
that one last moment
of contented silence,
that perfect frame of
simple, sweet stillness.

Rick Anderson
am I truly feeling the feeling of suffering
Cindy Juyoung Ok
When you leave you rarely
think about those left, so
perhaps it is like that for
those who leave you

Cindy Juyoung Ok
I don’t know much about the future      but I’m offended
To be in it more often than I am not

Revelation is not disclosure. 
Carl Phillips
something inside
doesn’t get too old
for love.
so, when i look
at you
i still have to watch
the catch in my breath.

something inside
still inside of me,
hasn’t gotten too
old, to love a
certain smell or smile,
or grab a certain look or laugh
for my heart’s sake.
something inside my
heart
gets glad
when i hear your voice

- carolyn marie rodgers
I sense something is ending but I’m not sure what. Maybe it’s the future.
After I lost everything
lights remain.

Emi Miyaoka
Here is now only
an abstract line, an
impure movement which is a difficult
fraught speech, erratic
search for meaning delinked in vivo
no more valid than the discourse of a scribbling
hand once illustrated

- Ida Börjel
Life is beautiful and painful
like a feather pulled
from a wing.

- Dunya Mikhail