Wait, Listen, If
“what place at the end of the world/ would have been vast and silent enough/ for me to take your hand…” By Ryan Van Winkle, from our eighth issue.
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The Bumblebee Dreams
“She does not dream of her death, nor play scholar/ to the deaths of her colleagues, whom she mourns/ with only the faintest fizzing.” By Jon Stone, from our eighth issue.
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Poem for Clothes Left in Another Country
“Sometimes you come back to me, invoked by accident/ …and I am/ seduced, unstitched with the thought of you.” By Sharanya Manivannan, from our seventh issue.
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Is There a Translator in the House?
“Sudan’s great poet, dead?/ …Why hadn’t we heard him?/ Why didn’t we crowd the streets,/ mourning like the people of his city?” Weekend poem, by Darrell Petska.
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Analogy
“My son,/ the world is not as warm and funny as your mother’s womb…” Poem of the Week (June 3), by Ikhda Ayuning Maharsi.
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The Law Concerning Mermaids
“…maybe this is the problem with empires: how they have forced us to live in a world lacking in mermaids…” Weekend poem, by Kei Miller.
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dream house
“The rotting yellow farmhouse/ always the same…” Poem of the Week (May 27), by Daniel von der Embse.
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Joe Swift knew nothing of musick
“I flicked a farthing// to the best busker in all the universe and wandered/ home with rushing-watermill ears..” Weekend poem, by Adam Heardman.
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The Language of Fish
“Listen to the murmur of the fish-woman in the wet market/ who speaks a dialect in which the word for thank you is a bow,/ sincere and deep.” Poem of the Week (May 20), by Jay Bernard.
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Question
“I think of my own mother/ folded tight into/ her warm dark bed/ of Mississippi Delta clay.” Weekend poem (May 18), by Susan Castillo Street.
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