"We've left the curtains open
to these continuous departures..."

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Issue 10: Out on a Limb

Issue 9: The Missing Body

Issue 8: The Lily

Issue 7: Passages

Issue 6: No More Tears

A quick list to poets featured in this issue:

Robin Behn

Richard Garcia

John Hennessy

Adrian Matejka

Ayukawa Nobuo

Eunice Odio

Kathryn Rantala

Anna Ross

Mathias Svalina

Larissa Szporluk

Kevin Tsai

Anna Ross

A Lady Writing a Letter

I'm telling you this in ermine
and another woman's pearls, light
excavating the room and the page
on which I have written only one
word. I'm growing tired
of yellow, of objects in a picture,
of sitting still.

A constant turning,
This business of light, of a world
I don't look at. I'll begin
counting: footsteps
in the room overhead, ox-carts
on the road outside, brushstrokes
in a picture.

Hung with pearls,
I'm all perspective, a glowing
thing untouched, never arising
from my quiet capture.
Believe in me as we all believe
in pictures. It's been years
since I closed my eyes.


Another Love Poem

Nine o'clock: Venus circles the runway.
Enough light left, even this late

in the season, to suggest cloud outlines
--inconsistencies made solid

by searchlights of ascending planes--
and here we are, hard up against it

once more. By this I mean the body:
your arm already loosening across me,

weighted into sleep, my shoulder parting
us like a ghost in the sheets.

We've left the curtains open
to these continuous departures,

their thin jet whine a conch against the ear,
here in our dimming room.