In America, You Are Asked, Why Are Leaves Green?

JinJin Xu

In America, your friend tells you the legend of the silk goddess: 

Crônica of 13 Beginnings

Rone Shavers

The most logical thing would be to say that it started on a Wednesday, but that’s definitely not correct. Instead, here it is, the unadulterated and possibly too-detailed truth: It started on slaveships.

from Monchoachi’s ‘Mistry (Black and Blue Partition)

translated by Patricia Hartland

Bird feet in swamp water, / stilt-topped, chase-in-chase, / and behind lashes long / firmament

OVERTURE and excerpt from THE SOUND WAS OF THE WORLD ALREADY

Charles Theonia

Everything we do gets in on history / Now: a figment / Utopia: a compulsion to keep remaking this world

Korotoumou

Landa wo

Her song rose up each evening when the sun took its leave.  A deep and cloudy song, terribly sad, and which made the prison guards cry. 

excerpt from Her Read

Jennifer Sperry Steinorth

( Sweet Pea ) ( Lion ) ( Pussy )
( Ernie ) / ( Fire ) ( Flower )
( Thou ) ( Spear )  

Two Poems

Jai Hamid Bashir

Hush— / into bodily knowing. Ungather translucent skin /

in the motions how sand is swept / from fisherman’s cuticles.

Poems from Yi Sang’s
Memorandum on the Line

translated by Sawako Nakayasu

(The universe depends on the exponent depends on the exponent) /
(People should discard their numbers) / (Quietly adopt me as the proton of an electron)

What It Is and Where You Find It

Rebekkah Leigh LaBlue

A lilt. Some giving- /

over girlishness only my bone tongue can describe slick /
statistic outstanding deviation

Liberty

EA Kane

Click to enter the game. 

Night Moves

Ross Showalter

(Before reading: If you have a set of hands, leave them behind. Your hands are everything to you, yet not yours, not your own.)

20 Atomic Sonnets

chapbook
by Rosebud Ben-Oni

But be not like the alchemists: / lambency of laymen, cloistered in draft & sting, brotherly / ragbag of lone wolves. They tried to put a spell on me.