PATRICK MILIAN
The Music Theories
You feel most fully
when you’re fleeing
Author: Staff
PATRICK MILIAN
KATIE CONDON
Called Back
At dusk, the snow is determined as ever.
CHRISTOPHER DEWEESE
Poem for Lichen
I quiver among the weeds.
ANA GUADALUPE
A Rat
translated by Ananda Lima
when it pierces my skin
I tremble without panic
MARILYN HACKER
[A line of salt like a linen thread is wound to the rocks.]
If God blessed vegetation, fish, birds and beasts, /
then humans, did s/he get around to the rocks?
TROY OSAKI
Another Poem in Which My Grandpa is Gone
Ka Fidel’s kids ask for his ashes to be sent to the Philippines
CALI KOPCZICK
They walked into the funeral home ready to beat a dead horse.
It had run on, the river and the horse in it.
T. DALLAS SAYLOR
On the Plain of Dura in the Province of Delaware
that’s the kind of angel I’d be
a ballplayer, like everyone else in heaven
L. A. JOHNSON
Hidden Meadow
the meadow submits
to cold hands
BLANCA VARELA
[You struck the empty bell . . .]
translation by Lisa Allen Ortiz and Sara Daniele Rivera
This is not the realm of will or desire.