CarouselBy Gabrielle Bates
The foal in its wet white bag / isn’t dead yet. Cue the cheery organ music.
Carib Woman, 1818By Khalym Kari Burke-Thomas
I am burning in this life / and the next.
Arcadia, MarsBy Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers
Boundaries of Gender: Not even the olive he wedged / under her tongue / could hold her, clot those cries—
The BodyBy Boston Gordon
Boundaries of Gender: Because people you know sometimes cut theirs / off so as not to look like you.
ReckonerBy Nance Van Winckel
back back back / to fowl becoming fish.
DominionBy Rajiv Mohabir
A mandrake quickens / into greed-grab, tears a page / from Genesis.
Corpse FlowerBy Kerri Webster
Blooms one day a year. Let wolves / suck marrow from the bones of boys.
Halfway Through LifeBy Mark Yakich
We who crossed paths with the bomber / and lived the whole afternoon through.
Co-OperativeBy Sarah Barber
you don’t think of Vermont / when you think full-blown heroin crisis. / I don’t see why not but I’m not from here.
Terrorists Speak in Strange LanguagesBy Asef Hossaini, translated from the Persian Dari by Farzana Marie
I lock my tongue / even though I’ve prayed / in Persian for a thousand years.
BlankoutBy Bradley Harrison
Brother we are legion here.
RatsBy Ejiofor Ugwu
It is a rat world. / You only live to keep them out / or on the way.
MessengerBy Robin Beth Schaer
Religion in America: The choice left was to be lost. / I climbed cloud-high to answer.
God suspected my heart was a geode but he had to make sureBy Layla Benitez-James
Religion in America: good, God said, I took clouds and planted them / in soft, red clay.
The EasementBy Joshua Marie Wilkinson
to startle / one dead to what living’s no longer worth.
Hopper’s WomenBy Emily Carroll
she, standing there now with all the immodest strength / of a clapboard house, who has not even asked for this light.
Kafka Erases His Father With MoonlightBy Karen An-hwei Lee
Moonlight poured fiery poison into my life.
Said Gun SleepsBy Andrew Grace
I’d sleep against the wall in the unemployment line / next to men who slit throats in another country
In Which ForestBy Pierluigi Cappello, translated from the Italian by Todd Portnowitz
you gripped the axe’s handle, forever poised / to make a mark
LuzBy Laura Bylenok
If, in the church, there was blood / her blood was colorless
Elegy With AgencyBy W. M. Lobko
You can no more waterboard yourself / than sneak up on yourself at a party
the yearsBy Wendy Xu
where does dark begin settling / my little bones.
A Brief History of the Whale FisheryBy Rachel Richardson
American Empires: the body: / such thin skin / and gold beneath—
NachtmusikBy Danniel Schoonebeek
American Empires: If they sing will she barb them my love in her eating dress
Adelle Steals the Key ToBy Kristina Marie Darling
I carried our wedding china out to the dock, threw every goblet into the ocean.
My Father Gave the NeighborsBy Erez Bitton, translated from the Hebrew by Tsipi Keller
my mother / unraveled both her eyes to the ravens
Some Otherside, Some SubterraneanBy Nick Flynn
Our guest poetry editor selects poems that sit on “the knife edge between what we call the everyday and what we call the night.”
AdriftBy Garret Burrell, guest-edited by Nick Flynn
Half of this / is an illusion. See here you / there is no place that does not from.
Late StyleBy Graham Foust, guest-edited by Nick Flynn
before she announced her arrival, she devoured it.
Guidebooks for the DeadBy Cynthia Cruz, guest-edited by Nick Flynn
I could feel something bright / As it left the body.