Sarah Galvin is here, she’s queer, and she would like to talk about something else for a moment! After taking a break from poetry to write The Best Party of Our Lives, a book of essays about gay marriages, Galvin’s back with her second book of poems.

 

Christine Shan Shan Hou’s newest collection of poems, Community Garden for Lonely Girls depicts a journey that traverses imagined histories and various states of consciousness. In Hou’s poems, “the now moves with such glacial intensity”—folkloric myth and cultural detail are weaved together in animated modulation.

 

Dara Cerv

One Poem

warmth is still just / white smoke waving through street grates

Maryam Ivette Parhizkar

One Poem

Faint beyond halogen / you almost miss southernly gestures

Jennifer Firestone

from Gates & Fields

And like the weather say you / The timeliness of day

Zachary Schomburg

They Vow to Be Dragons

Ryan Mills

Two Poems

Tomorrow’s tortillas depend upon the cloister walls. /Tomorrow’s tortillas depend upon that sitting.

Aspen Farer + Coleman Stevenson

“The Tilting Horizon Over the World Full of Holes” from The Doppelgänger Museum Exhibit Catalogue

For The Fear of Empty Space is a real and serious thing.

Matthew Klane + Justin Edward Moore

Text + Image

Andrew Foster Glei

Inaugural

I was angry for it ...

David Ishaya Osu

Two Poems

i'd do my nails / and use water to / know about my / body.

Mark Leidner

Two Poems

Honestly, I was leaning toward volunteering

Lauren Moore

One Poem

her portrait beaming / from the shining backs / of the napkin dispensers

Ellen Welcker

Five Poems

Progress is the great lie of my species

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Kate Greenstreet

Audio: 2 poems from the end of something

I suddenly recognized the past / / / I thought of all the times I didn't die

Marcus Slease

Three Poems

This poem is for the machines.

Scherezade Siobhan

Two Poems

let us begin by blessing the mouth into a massacre.

Madeline Rose Williams

One Poem

... loved that duck.

James Yeary

CHARISMATIC SAXAPHONES

That's real futurism ...

A.M. O'Malley

Dear Brother,

I held / you when you / were the size / of a pan of / lasagna.

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