Selected Poems | Venya Gushchin

"i can see / a gull drop foot by foot like it was copy / pasted down the pillar-canvas, falling / right on my eyes. collision is delight / embodied, rerun bodies form a rhyme / already used, already used to long / silences..."

Love in the End Times, What to Do with the Girl on the Dance Floor | Lydia Bennett

"The pink hot light of your glance / Is enough to have me in hiccups. / Fitful grapefruits, / spaying from my dancing body. / I’d bite, but I know the bitterness / to be a fruit fly, that unsettles my appetite..."

Anagram of My Name Ending in Agreement | Marceline White

"Meanwhile, I entrance, rain nectar in tree / create menace, mine wealthier men / Meanwhile, I cartwheel, enact / entire arc in air, nice / Meanwhile I mince..."

Heart-Foal | Lily Holloway

"Today a self that burns to look at ditched roadside / [not sure abandonment is self-flagellation or survival] / broke open and spiraled out / another junked failure-self..."

Postapocalypto | Charles Byrne

"Call it a letter to the soil and sea and air, / A love letter to the Earth we once knew, / Its once-warm embrace— / We say, in fondest adumbration, / Don’t hold tight..."

Selected Poems | Makayla Gay

"Have I told you how badly I wanted to lift the shroud of Saint Basil of Ostrog / to see if the smell of basil lingered in his bones? / I didn’t— / not because I’m scared of the dead or the sacred..."