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Gena’s Birthday Song // Песенка крокодила Гены by Lauren Dostal

Alligator punches out at five, grabs his hat, ready to go. ( Я крокодил )
He plays the accordion– // гармо́н
Such a shame, such a shame!
Balloons, streamers, the kinds of things worth celebrating
Only once
Once a year
His birthday.
K sozhalyen’yoo. // К сожаленью Continue reading “Gena’s Birthday Song // Песенка крокодила Гены by Lauren Dostal”

Wolfspeak by Lara Alonso Corona

for Daniela Cascella

Last August, in one of his habitual Sunday trips to the flea market my father found an old dictionary of Bable – Bable being the dialect of our region Asturias. Unlike the Basque or the Catalonian, we didn’t have a strong independence movement to help preserve the mountain languages, and by the time I was born most of it was lost. We are getting it back little by little. But how do you recover sounds no one has heard in generations?

Like this: my father started taking pictures of the dictionary, and sending them to me, one page per day. He intends to do this until he runs out of pages, until he runs out of words to recover.

I should have started like this: I apologize for my accent. (I always do) Continue reading “Wolfspeak by Lara Alonso Corona”

Bóthar by Daniel P Callanan & Colm McAuliffe

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Excavations #3 by James Pate

It would otherwise not have been the oaks
In their flat field of shadow

With neon stars between their arches
Blinking. Everyone was alive

Then, in their various guises, even as fewer
Of us feasted at the table, and the figures

Moving through burgundy rooms in
The film we remembered

Grew more gaunt and porous. Mostly
We dealt with languages Continue reading “Excavations #3 by James Pate”

Three poems by Jaclyn Piudik


1 —

Everything has a skin:

my parents’ sectional sofa had its plastic slipcover
that stuck to summer-thighs leaving deep, clammy crevasses

prunes that float to the top of the compote
boiled milk, roasted chicken

and what remained of me

________  pictorial, dégagé
________________________________accepting the flow
________________________________________________________________water on the wrist.

Continue reading “Three poems by Jaclyn Piudik”

Two poems by Aysar Ghassan


Aspects of Dan

Dan. Danzel Washington. The Blue Danube. A dan of iniquity. The Great Fire of Londan. First dan black belt. Obi-Dan Kenobi. Javier Bardan. South Sudan. Dancing the dan-dan. Lapdan souchong. The bank of mum and dan. Muscle, bone and joint pain caused by mild dangue fever. Will.I.Dan. Danber Gascoigne. Underground, overground, wombling free, the Wombles of Wimbledan Common are we. Dan! Dan! Continue reading “Two poems by Aysar Ghassan”

List Poem: To Do by Hazel Warren

Wash Up
Clean House
Sort life
Phone Dad
Smile for no reason
Run for no reason
Commit small act of treason
Question your beliefs
Believe your answers
Listen to your heart
Fall in love
Fall in the sea
Fall to your knees
Stop. Continue reading “List Poem: To Do by Hazel Warren”

With Nina Simone by Robert Frederic Kenter

Techno concertos
Hillbilly rave
Ardent pianism
Televisual monikers
We wait for no one
Red piano
White piano
Richter’s later years
Travelling Siberia
With Chopin etudes
With Prokofiev sonatas
John Cage, Nam June Paik
The Soho loft scene
Hip Hop on 2nd Street
ABCD Alphabet City
Rap jump blues Chattanooga
Choo-choo. Continue reading “With Nina Simone by Robert Frederic Kenter”

Two poems by Anna Cathenka

the food of moth larvae

sallow and willow / apple trees / poplar / potato leaves / Duke of Argyll’s tea rose / honeysuckle, sweet tobacco plants and petunias / privet, lilac and ash / pine needles / bedstraw / grapevine, fuchsias, dock and antirrhinum / greater willow-herb or fireweed / flowers of bugle / flowers of valerian / birch and
alder / beech, oak and other trees Continue reading “Two poems by Anna Cathenka”

Exhibition Labels from the Unreal Museum by Jessie Lynn McMains

A Pre-Mature Excavation, 1994
Dirt and shovels. No. Bells. Who wants to know?

Dyke, They Called Her, 1995
Pale girl, shoulderbladed angel / angled wrong, hair shorn.

Me?, 2017
They call me Slick. Like the snick of a switchblade.

Choose Your Weapon, 2004
Knife. Or baseball bat.

Continue reading “Exhibition Labels from the Unreal Museum by Jessie Lynn McMains”

Poetry Letters by Dan Dorman

Speech always moves.

When a person speaks they drive lung fulls of air through disruptive muscles that vibrate the flowing air before it moves in an open space. Language on a page, however, is generally static.

Meaning, most people would have us read against the text rather than into it.

Because letters in English are only phonetic signifiers, which in no consistent way relate to their sounds, neither speech (an object in the all-being type of way) or the object to which they refer, written language actually doesn’t say a thing. Usually… Continue reading “Poetry Letters by Dan Dorman”

Dzieci Names (pron. jetski) by Emma Szh

Girls names
Boys names
Girl-Boy names
Either names
Neither names
new names
names with themes.
Lark. Continue reading “Dzieci Names (pron. jetski) by Emma Szh”

While You Were Away by Gathoni Mwaura

So I’m done.
With Racists,
Gorilla Killers,
Lion Hunters,
Meat Eaters,
Vegan Haters,
Hate in general,
Judgment of my love for meat,
Explaining why and what I eat,
With being fat,
Not being curvy enough,
Not being sexy enough, Continue reading “While You Were Away by Gathoni Mwaura”

Three prose poems by James Knight

Within James Knight’s cornucopia of texts, [Wonderland] road signs may come in handy—here we go:

Continue reading “Three prose poems by James Knight”

The Dissection (aelindrome in ρ, the plastic number) by Anthony Etherin


Tear the pen,
to pen
this yet-seen draw
words cut across. Continue reading “The Dissection (aelindrome in ρ, the plastic number) by Anthony Etherin”

Before Faking Your Own Death… by Paul Case


  • 1 x tooth brush
  • 1 x toothpaste (100ml)
  • 1 x shower gel (100ml)
  • 2 x t shirts, pants, socks
  • 1 x jumper
  • 1 x anorak
  • 1 x shorts
  • 2 x good books
  • Flip flops
  • Tobacco, rizla, filter, lighter
  • I-pod (nb delete nostalgic songs)
  • Earphones (splash out on DECENT pair)
  • Passport

Continue reading “Before Faking Your Own Death… by Paul Case”

List Poem by Mike Ferguson

A list poem is a litany of lines
A list poem is the sum of all its starts
A list poem listens to itself
A list poem lines up in more than one line
A listing poem protects itself historically
A list poem is recursively defined
A list poem never forgets its shopping Continue reading “List Poem by Mike Ferguson”

The Book of Miracles by Zack Anderson

First Miracle

A burning log fell through the air like a ship, a plank
fell onto a field of black and tinged it blue.
If the field is a meadow, count its little black hairs,
if the field is a flag, count its violent stars.
Renounce all forms of sex unless it’s with a landscape.

Second Miracle

A blue snow arrives in a meaningless landscape.
It isn’t snow, it is a cloud of letters. Bloodhounds
pursue the letters through the whitening fields.
To kill something, say its name. No new sentences,
a gunshot remarks from the edge of the forest.

Continue reading “The Book of Miracles by Zack Anderson”

Book of Names by J.A. Pak

Anna primal like ma, da, stretched & mirrored in a lake of unwise Homo sapiens

Beatrice in Italian, a tenderness, caressed

California long, narrow, the n a pass momentarily freezing paradise

Diego weight of lead, syllabic four-way stop, digging into earth, Ray Harryhausen tortoise

Ebenezer bless you

Francine 50s bouffant skirt, pink Aqua Net smile, a bitter grit

Giovanni vibrating toes Continue reading “Book of Names by J.A. Pak”

Serres Chaudes, a series of visual poetry by hiromi suzuki

author’s description

“Je l’élève sur mes pensées,
Et je vois éclore au milieu
De la fuite du cristal bleu,
Les feuilles des douleurs passées.”
― Maurice Maeterlinck “Verre Ardent” from ‘Serres Chaudes’, 1889

“I hold the glass to my thoughts
and see in that crystal labyrinth
the petals of old pain bloom
as if they were not things of the past…”
― Maurice Maeterlinck ‘Serres Chaudes’, 1889 / “Burning-Glass” from ‘Hothouses’ translated by Richard Howard

Continue reading “Serres Chaudes, a series of visual poetry by hiromi suzuki”

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