With the Village Jenn Gutierrez There is no art in cutthroat competition, the way our daily lives pit one against the other. In a choir, honor bestowed upon the solos. In fútbol, a lead scorer, perhaps a goalie. I spend my days traveling. From one village expert to another, past slow down signs, children at…

Three Poems Alan Catlin   Dawn on the plain of penitents, reveals the results of a book beyond Revelations, pages removed for the perpetual fires; of missing body parts, the surgically removed right legs of the seated, naked from the waist down, sexless men whose chests have been wrapped in hair cloth shirts, tunics, swaddling…

Four Poems harvey ellis   heron I sleep and wake like a heron dipping in dreams the surface tension breaks so easily into currents that stir the past brush strokes on a movable painting I am dissolving in and out across this membrane watch me while I become my own imagination I and the surface…

from Against Middle Passages Steve Light   toward the leaves toward the leaves keel-raced, hand over hand in the gauntlet of light       tilled in the turning, to the tilling told in the root- ground, stemmed to turning, staved, against the bark in the stemmed light unthreaded       a tattered sleeve hangs…

the whole world is wrinkled like elephant skin Aimee Herman analysis collects teeth from back-packed body, 243 breaths give off tragedy, 17 buttons anger hipbone, 52 collect pills and marriages, 444 curry lungs, 24 decipher the diameter of stains on sidewalk, 23 denim decides sex quotient, 8 dirty pieces of nothingness, 24 eat significance, 912…