‘Music needs silence / more than silence needs music.’ New poetry by Rae Armantrout.
‘I will etch visas on toilet paper and throw them from a lighthouse.’
‘how can all the pressures of surveillance / fail to describe me?’
‘Syllables are excised by / X-Acto, fed into a shredder / for good measure.’
The Adventures of Amit Majmudar
‘Never laid a snare for nothin. / Never caught a bullfrog. Broke / my slingshot wishbone, wishin. / Never had a smoke.’ New poetry from Amit Majmudar.
‘Narcotic, / unworldly, a toxic doctrine / of undivine retribution.’
‘Things didn’t remember their names and I have begun to forget them’
I’ll Come Later Tomorrow
‘all in black, her arms raised in the air, their shadow sketching some malign bird I couldn’t recognize’
‘Do you think I can get to heaven / with zero balance and a virus?’