Translated by Matthew Moore
Bava’s No Fun
I had three sons and five
daughters. They were
chained up in the woods.
Buddha passed them.
He ate a plum. With his
Kimberly Alidio
A dense field of sound, a relaxation, a reading of space
an expansive internalization of projection in a room or
on a street, a texture of internal-external perceptual
activity, the
James Swansbrough
Last Time
we had to stretch her out flat
on the living room ottoman &
I had to straddle her chest with my legs
to pin her arms at her
Luci Huhn
Explaining to My Nephews How the Lake Turns Over
I don’t like that they’re headed down two highways
in opposite directions, away from me, their cars
packed to the gills.
Jessica Guzman
Post-Storm Assessment
I spray X on my front door.
I set the table, plastic
on plastic, secured by stone. Two
days after the hurricane, I grill
freezer burned flanks
