Memento mori, by Ana Reisens
Quello che siete, noi eravamo. Quello che siamo, voi sarete. What you are, we were. What we are, you […]
poetry
The Alchemists, the Squirrels, by Robert Beveridge
The search for the perfect needlecontinues, the thread acquiredin a deal that saw you relinquishthree quinces, your grandmother,and a draft
The Train, by Ivana Svobodová
The train flows through the midnight of tunnels,hums inside ribs.Raindrops wink on the windowas they say goodbye to platformsthat give
Grieving rehearsal, by Akash Ali
I am preparing for an unforeseen death of my mother:I am dressed in all red.I am letting prayer beads dry
Bronx Tiger Tests Positive for COVID-19, by James Edward O’Brien
Hip swagger,black coat,bellyful of kittens— sun-shadow brume of chimney-ash dander—tightrope-walking fencesthat lean like drunks beyond the water’s edge, crooked, corroding—salt-battered,wind-battered,
I think of my grandfather, by Jonathan Duckworth
17, rubbled in his family’s Liège apartment, throat like sawdust, half hoping to die & wondering if he already had.
Owl’s Head, 1980s, by M. Regan
i. The Ocean Gilded crests and metallic prisms are shattered now, transmuted now: emerald to tanzanite to sapphire to silver in accordance with nor’eastern alchemy. Like
A Man is Two Gravestones, by Blessing Omeiza Ojo
Mortals, my father says, come twice before they finally hitthe eternal rest button. By this he meant, a man is
After the Fire, by Ada Navarro Ulriksen
She took a dip in the healing watersof Lethe, rubbed the ashes awayuntil her arms were pale and gray with
Shipwrecked, by Gretchen Tessmer
sea girls are wrestling red tigerfish while Margaretgathers upwet bones in a basketwith a howlof wind blowingcicada shadethrough dank and