Devonian
Carolyn Oliver

In another life I am a fossil slick of agate,
once honeycomb coral, clustered. Crushed 
in pressure’s fist, I ache for your chisel’s kiss, 
I crave the sting of your hog-bristle brush.
Some men learn 
to be ghosts before they ever
learn to die.

Darius Atefat-Peckham
When the Eyes open, finally, 
they won’t yield
to touch.

Darius Atefat-Peckham
I am obsessed with myself. Like 
a planet, I long for something I can’t 
slip off at night and forget to wear 
in the morning. I want to make it all wuthering, 
whatever that means. 

Darius Atefat-Peckham
Longos e longos anos esperei uma visita
Deborah Brennand
O autêntico sabe que jamais
chegará ao prêmio Nobel.
O medíocre se acredita sempre perto dele.

Cora Coralina
neste longo exercício de alma
- cecília meireles
before the image the syntax
that holds the image up

- caleb braun
under drifts of sediment
- david b. prather
Vonnegut paraphrased Nietzsche:
Only a person of deep faith can afford the luxury of skepticism.

- John Moessner
semioteca

my clumsy deceit
- ben weakley
Time
is more beautiful than money. 
Patience is more beautiful 
than achievement. 

- Elaine Sexton
I declutter my heart
I make no solace of life or the taking of life.
Only of this pause, waiting for thunder during rain.

Carson Colenbaugh