Verse

Tourism

A poem from the back of issue 42, the very last page, the last thing you'll be able to read of the issue, by Jay Barnett.

Statement & Legal Activities

Statement I wasn’t there that night. And if I was, I didn’t know. Not that they were drinking, you hear things sometimes, it’s only now I realize they did so... Read more

Four Poems by Mustafa Stitou

On leaving the bar I heard / a painter say that astronauts / often grew up without a father.

Table Talk

Table Talk (consisting of three poems) 1 When people talk about people they say ‘they’. They do it over the starters. You’re sitting between them and nod no... Read more

Two Poems

On my back I carried the coffin in which my father lay. / Bent low by its weight, I staggered forward step by step. / My pace slowed, the burden was too great, it was beyond / me.

Understudy

1 The land’s forever making noise of rise and fall, the grand parabola. But must it always paraphrase? The moon can’t blink its shining cornea toward the setting sun. It’s in the line of fire, it’s hit by little sparks. And they, neutrin... Read more

Pulpo

In the supermarket upturned octopuses lie on stones of ice as on a cold beach or an operating table. Obscene, as they should be with their legs splayed, thei... Read more