Writing Is Remembering But not remembering the past. It is remembering the future. How do you know a word…
Five Poems, by Melissa Sauma
Translated by Ariel Francisco Old Portrait There was a time when I was dark. My shoes always too big…
Four Letters North, by Kathryn Rantala
1 This is the forest entangled the murmuring sun a gap but full flat on arroyos draws a ridge of…
Two Poems, by Marjorie Welish
A Clasp of Some Sort 1 “The Silver Swan”—that’s funny I thought swans white, unlike and yet the one who…
Eight Poems, by Charles Bernstein
Everything Must Go Including the words letters, punctuation marks. Even the screen. What Part of Yes Don’t You Understand?…









