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Offering for Your Altar

Offering for Your Altar

by Laura Juliet Wood Perfect bowl of mandarins, tall vase of Alcatraz, strings of roasted chiles draped from mesquite beams. A family table cut from a single tree. Monica, like many Swiss, has brought her spotless hospitality to this inhospitable desert. Real de Catorce shines like gold in the almost-winter skies, and that light sinks […]


Nightscape for Don Pacheco

Nightscape for Don Pacheco

by Mario Duarte It begins with the garden of night, sleepless, a mud-caked hoe on his bowed shoulder, he shuffles out of the wind-ruffled corn rows, steps over a sailing sugar maple leaf, a crackling twig, a fallen scarecrow while above his head widening silent wings of a white owl shadow him. Venus and Mars […]


Doble Sentido: Tips for Traveling While Central American, Centro de Migrantes, 2017

Doble Sentido: Tips for Traveling While Central American, Centro de Migrantes, 2017

by Abigail Carl-Klassen Which name do you want? I travel with a Mexican name, but I can give you my Guatemalan name if you want. You know, in case something happens. I talk like a Mexican. It helps me en el camino. It’s not hard. Pinche, guëy, órale, chido, padre, no mames. Tú. Tú. Tú. […]


New Year’s Day, Arizona 2017

New Year’s Day, Arizona 2017

by Elijah Tubbs A perennial holiday of rupture and bane Begins. The art of roadkill. This dog is sable ink, A medium size lump Like papier-mâché geology In fifth grade, a lab Probably. One leg is broken. I can’t really tell. A breath, or a whimper From unusual wet And heavy wind. I pass It […]


In the Belly of the Horse

In the Belly of the Horse

by Alicia Mountain In the belly of the horse, in the timber hull, they left one guard to sleep through the siege folded with clemency into himself. Among many, one telling is this: the unwitting pacifist, a boy beekeeper lost in the Greek dreamhills of his nightmind. The body in its heaviness that pulls him […]


No Collar

No Collar

by Alicia Mountain at least we have a river to go to everyone erupting at the same time number the secrets you are keeping set a place at the table for each a wishbone left to get a little more brittle shuffled deck with a dog-eared ace this emerging spring, a gas station would that […]


Beyond Task and Future, Endlessly Worthy

Beyond Task and Future, Endlessly Worthy

by Alicia Mountain — after Joanna Klink tonight I wish I had a god to light the warm lamp between here and what here is worth setting out bread and blood for supper because I have no kind of dominion the blue spruce falls and falls and falls in my mind it is nothing but […]


Sheep

Sheep

by Cynthia Hogue A few men come with a gift of sheep to your hillside home, which has always been open to all but especially those-who-sing or those called wise, the storytellers who remember what others forget, who warn of Truth being tarnished, Power polished until it preens, unable to stop baring its teeth in […]


The Open

The Open

by Cynthia Hogue (“in which every being is freed”) after Rilke * To not reach – my arms ex- tending, emptied – you soared away to die, then be re- vived. One second I was bringing you coffee, then erupted / pain took == you would not talk just dis- appeared into == I tried […]


A Technician Comes by my Desk

A Technician Comes by my Desk

by Juanita Rey I unzip a file and I can feel a zipper slide down my soft brown back. I double click on an icon. Hey there. Wait a moment. It’s not just you big W. My body’s been double clicked. I open up a file just as someone’s arms fold over my shoulders, and […]


Another Robinson Jeffers Nightmare

Another Robinson Jeffers Nightmare

by Abel Folgar On the Gulf Coast, a sparsely populated beach, distant birds like afterthoughts. I’m sitting in one of those low-profile beach chairs that seem so comfy from far away but it’s beginning to feel like it’s gonna be a real pain to get out of. I’m burying my feet in the sand, storm […]


On Martin Luther King Day, Four Days Before the Inauguration

On Martin Luther King Day, Four Days Before the Inauguration

by Elizabeth Jacobson In New Mexico, northern saw-whets are not a common sight, but just now, I see one, huddled in sleep, tucked close to the trunk on a snowy pinon bough. It startles awake as I cross the yard to the compost heap, blinks its golden cat eyes three times, and doesn’t fly away. […]


Smash Shop

Smash Shop

by Elizabeth Jacobson From the bench above the pond I watch two ducks make dark channels in the water as they feed, pathways through a mosaic of cracked green ice. Behind me the rocks, strata of red igneous beneath ochre sandstone, are an unconformity —a geologic span— characterized by an immense amount of nothing between […]


Ego Sum

Ego Sum

by Ernesto Noboa Y Caamaño Translated by Jonathan Simkins Amo todo lo extraño, amo todo lo exótico, lo equívoco y morboso, lo falso y lo anormal: tan sólo calmar pueden mis nervios de neurótico la ampolla de morfina y el frasco de cloral. Amo las cosas mustias, aquel tinte clorótico de hampones y rameras, pasto […]


Emocion Vesperal

Emocion Vesperal

by Ernesto Noboa Y Caamaño Translated by Jonathan Simkins Hay tardes en las que uno desearía embarcarse y partir sin rumbo cierto, y, silenciosamente, de algún puerto, irse alejando mientras muere el día; Emprender una larga travesía y perderse después en un desierto y misterioso mar, no descubierto por ningún navegante todavía. Aunque uno sepa […]


Nostalgia

Nostalgia

By Ernesto Noboa y Caamaño Translated by Jonathan Simkins Ante la ciudad dormida bajo la luna sedeña, mi pobre alma dolorida olvida y sueña. Un astro me está llamando con su trémula mirada, y el alma está contemplando extasiada y sollozando su llamada. Y sueña ante los reflejos del rubio astro vagabundo: ¡partir al fin! […]


Hourglass: a translation of Jorge Luis Borges’ “El reloj de arena”

Hourglass: a translation of Jorge Luis Borges’ “El reloj de arena”

translation by Natalia Sucher It fits that time is measured with the stark Shadow a column in summer Casts or with the water of that river In which Heraclitus saw our madness, Since time and destiny Resemble each other: the imponderable Daytime shadow and the irrevocable course Of the water that follows its way. It […]


Amazing Microcosm

Amazing Microcosm

by Sergio Ortiz Eloy put a few seeds in my hand. Thirty trees tomorrow, a forest fifty years later, birds find the South in those trees, wolves discover shelter. And ants grow like a body between blind, sleepy roots. At some point a house and another house built by those woods and winter lowered inside […]


Among the Natives (ii)

Among the Natives (ii)

by Marc Vincenz Observe, observe the doctor twisting in her smattering of sunlight, the pensive hammering of her elusive tender fingers, observe too the rosette of her birthmark flowering for bees and glorious butterflies, for those pollinators poised beneath her delicate earlobe —and she, within the swirling-whir of insect-laden night, listening for the scrape and […]


Expedition to the End of the Smallest Common Denominator

Expedition to the End of the Smallest Common Denominator

By Marc Vincenz Is this a dog heaven? or a heaven dogged? Is this the doggerel of a man or a bird? In the sweet crust of time, no haven bent on the edge of self-discovery, of a wanting- to-become, a thick slice of homemade pie still steaming on the window ledge of childhood— hurtling […]


Lunar Effect

Lunar Effect

by Marc Vincenz (I am) shriveled up into such a narrow compass as is filled by my own bodily sensations… —Galileo The middle shifted— you could barely see it for all the crowd and yet how great their sublime force of attraction of pure light they flowered in his palm and wobbled as he danced […]


Vernal

Vernal

by Ari Wolff The bones were so severed I forgot who I was beneath them or how I had come to live such in a vespertine city. I walked the streets with the same uncertainty my grandmother had when she held a smartphone for the first time. Under the gaze of new blue LED streetlights […]


Lucidity

Lucidity

by Marina Carreira Remember how you told me I was home to more than the way a sunflower opens in the morning: all head, glorious gold. It still hurts after all this time, but not because you were my other half (I am not split; perhaps, this is why I could never attach) but because […]


Pink & Blue Fado

Pink & Blue Fado

by Marina Carreira The heavens—spectacular that Thursday evening. We walked, my hand in yours up the hillside, declaring the pink in the sky (me), and you (the blue). We found this horizon playful, the blue on top of the pink, like us, like our teenage lovemaking. The trees asleep, their arms grazing the leave-strewn ground, […]