With machete in hand, hack open the belly / of a pregnant cow. With placenta shriveled, / you crawl inside. It’s winter. There is no more light.
Feathery fumes / flapping / like church bells / summoning the faithful / and unfaithful / to worship, / to war, / towing their ships / towards shores / they'll never reach, shores already discovered.
Do you remember the big knob we’d unspool across the dial, / the eye to its glass toothy grin as if / there was another world outside of this one and if you could find someone / there you could touch it,
Nancy Chen Long
Continual Process Improvement for the Astute Young-Adult Student, Or Lesson as Lesion
where you thought / the sun would be // the sun ought to be / shooting its solar flare / into the shiniest part // of your hummingbird heart / heart quaking
Any Other Name
manuel arturo abreu
through All the World’s Futures
Rylan Steele & Nora Wendl
Dear Letter Dear World
poems inspired by Man Ray’s film “Emak Bakia”
Kissing in Public
from Mr. &
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