Author: rebeccaslehmann

From the Author: This pair of poems comes from my current project of found poetry, in which the cutting up and dismembering of cookbooks provides text for poetry that further explores interspecies relations, gender, and the chains of dissociation built into our society that make this territory so tricky to navigate. The act of writing… Continue reading Kylie Gellatly

To achieve luminosity we must “Get hold of an object at very close range by way of its likeness, its reproduction” (Walter Benjamin) That means our most tender parts & hollows: eyes / breasts / testicles The places we are scarred or baffled Even if the pictures are rough, too dark, Grainy, imperfect, we hold… Continue reading Erika Meitner

Transmutation lurching from eating to sleeping and back to make wings of iconic orange to the monarch’s antennae its short life span still hot and momentous the monarch doesn’t dream of greatness but aspires towards seasoned equilibrium of the tight-rope-walker with no trampoline below for an audience: teeth chattering on a ring of fire the… Continue reading Satya Dash

Heads We are walking and he stops, then with excruciating care and barely-balance bends down—suspense is about time, suspension is about space—and turns a fallen penny from tails to heads. He is leaving some luck for a stranger. He is leaving. Some luck. I can’t suss out what happens next. To sustain is also to… Continue reading Chloe Martinez

To My Hands On Their Birthday People will find any reason to shame you because they are ashamed of themselves. Therefore, I have resolved on this day, the anniversary of my birth—a dawn like any other in a Queens maternity hospital, night shift giving over to day, one nurse remarking on the vast circumference of… Continue reading Kathy Fagan

Being With Being Like In the last days I wheeled him to the courtyard for the fountain and the bench. Where he told me stories of my birth and of my childhood and I told him stories of his birth, his childhood. Because I had heard them I was now their teller. And he held… Continue reading Esther Lin

Sailor’s Knot As useless as a car wash in the rain- storm, my body stands in the shower without its brain. What I mean to say is my head hurts. What I mean to say is some days I throw up heartache. Orange flecks, curled caterpillar bodies, flop against the toilet seat. I was too… Continue reading Remi Recchia

Ballad, in Sestets I would like to have better ideas than the ideas I have. There is an idea I’m reaching for but like a jar on the top shelf and no stepstool, I can’t leap to it. Whatever it is, I can’t leap to it. I have been in large spaces. Spaces too cavernous… Continue reading Diane Seuss

MAID MARION WAITS INSIDE THE DIM HALLS OF PATRIARCHY Like a glove all summer. Like a shelved bell. Haunted? No, nor bridled. Not quite petulant child. More like reading by brooks and sighing. Or leaning against a wall like a painting of someone painting. I don’t have Penelope’s loom or Demeter’s winter. Nor would I… Continue reading Amie Whittemore

Relic I you are countless birds leering over countless winds; in my sleep your neck a range of heads in tireless rank and beak in pirouette the sky offers nothing vision in ink night this stream’s connection to a bay older than a strait distilling— something important I’d forgotten about replication so send the birds… Continue reading Catherine Cafferty