Rachel Custer

Rachel Custer

  BOAT   All day the sky is a closed fist. All day the maple leaves upraise their silver palms. All day the pregnant air. The...
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Norman Finkelstein

No, we will not speak of it. Not / at present.

Jonáš Hájek

Jonas Hajek

I don’t know how and why I should even tell you, / since time has only heightened our estrangement, / that you’ve made me a man.

Naomi Huan

Naomi Huan

your father loves us / too much / for flowers / she said

F. Daniel Rzicznek

F. Daniel Rzicznek

He chooses so late // and I fail to swerve—

Tania Hershman

Tania Hershman

I want to be the only / surgeon in the world / who knows how / to cut you open, stitch / you up.

Deborah Allbritain

Deborah Allbritain

Sometimes I dream of that boy on his deathbed, calling for water, // a cold cloth, just before he dies, the atoms of him beginning to collapse

Diaz

Joanne Diaz

When I look up, I see the prophecy of Venus / sprawled across the stars: I will tell you, and you will wonder / at the way old crimes lead to monstrosities.

Elizabeth Knapp

Elizabeth Knapp

Tonight the cicadas are deafening. / Nothing to do but lean into despair / the way one leans into a mirror.

Michael Collier

Michael Collier

Moments that were tender, if I can use that word, now rendered in memory’s worn face, have names attached and, less vivid, places ...

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