Poems by Francesca Bell, Max Sessner, Christian Formoso, Michael Collier, Brooke Schifano, Jeff Friedman, Douglas Piccinnini, Kelly Grace Thomas, Justin Lacour, Derek Ellis and Milan Děžinský. Fiction by Andrey Filimonov, Natalie Warther, Robin Vigfusson, Mitja Čander, and Nina Kossman. Interviews with Andrey Filimonov and Eleanor King. An essay by Andrew Moorhouse.
Poems by Francesca Bell, Max Sessner, Christian Formoso, Michael Collier, Brooke Schifano, Jeff Friedman, Douglas Piccinnini, Kelly Grace Thomas, Justin Lacour, Derek Ellis and Milan Děžinský. Fiction by Andrey Filimonov, Natalie Warther, Robin Vigfusson, Mitja Čander, and Nina Kossman. Interviews with Andrey Filimonov and Eleanor King. An essay by Andrew Moorhouse.
Halloween night, 1963. John Berryman is reading with Robert Lowell at the Guggenheim Museum in New York City. This is the first time Berryman has
NOVEMBER Such a picture of witheringdemands active engagement.Chrysanthemums bloom into the snowlike the color of a wounded animal.A free moment between incrementsof time filled with
CLOUD STUDIES Constable, in Hampstead,paints hundreds of clouds in oils on paper. He’s precise,dating them, adding commentary to their backs. His wife’s healthis nodding away
UTBURDUR Carol’s husband, Charlie, had pneumonia, but still insisted they go out and rake leaves. Charlie had always been mulish, but in old age, it
Andrew J. Moorhouse of Fine Press Poetry talks about what brought him to the life-changing decision to establish the press.
NEW DOOR STREETCALLE PUERTA NUEVA, SEVILLA from here—across the forehead—to there. he motions. although the pronouncement promises little. the excess description would suggest quite a
These words may make you uncomfortable. I won’t say I don’t care what you think. Too many people told me that growing up; I won’t say that to you.
PREFERRED PRONOUNS: WE/US/OURS In the name of accuracy and inclusion In the name of full disclosure That we may say we love us and also
THE RING-TAILED LEMUR THAT SMELLS THE WORST IS IN CHARGE OF THE ENTIRE GROUP During face-the male odors himselfto victory.Rubs himself sticky in pheromonesfrom chest, cock.Saturates tail in
Eleanor King is an interdisciplinary artist working in installation art that responds to our physical, social, and economic landscapes.
BLIND MAN (an excerpt) Thanks to the automatic system of the old days, I had been registered as a member of the Association of the
PALM ROSE A moment goes unnoticed or cautiously glidesinto meaning fearful of its makingout of sequence, plotless and blessedwith almost “stupefying tones” but steadilywalking through
MORNING CROWS IN A FRESH MOWN FIELD BEFORE RAIN Three in a group then one coming from a distanceto make four dividing into two scavenging
MOTH I was reborn as a moth and knew instantly that I didn’t have much time. You don’t think you’ll feel the lifespan, but you
Andrey Filimonov comes from Tomsk, the 400-year-old “Athens of Siberia” and center of White Russian resistance during the Russian Civil War.
WORLD CREATION RECIPES From Paris to Siberia, across the whole 20th century (an excerpt) 1. I want to talk about the young lady in
ANGER I want to be someone else ayellow midday spreads itself outall the way into my pocketwhere coins clink and myfist lives with which today
THE VOICE IN THE BUSH A fire burned in the bush outside my home. I stomped on it, but it wouldn’t go out. I threw
LITTLE SHORTS Little Shorts, I bite my lip watching you billow up a breeze. Little Shorts,you tease. That loose fit. That wide stride. Know you
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