Three Poems by Matthew Broaddus

It’s Good to Be Ashurnaspiral II The dunes part. Enter oasis. I emerge from the desert on my immaculate Bactrian, … More

Two Poems by Vincent Poturica

The Unknowable A small German boy splashes in puddles of radioactive measured calmness. The puddles are not, in fact, radioactive … More

There She Is A woman in a pantsuit arrives first. She opens the lockbox and takes the key. She steps … More

Entering the city of Boris from the sea, the Sea Captain’s Ghost notices a mollusk on the back of his … More

Glacier —for Danny Rosen and Jack Mueller We are the sea and we rise with the break off slide-in of … More

For Weeks I Have Been Waiting for Something Pleasant to Write About But to no avail, so I clipped some … More

All the Things Your Head Can Be your head is a pew, you drape its curve. your empty palm, pass … More

Heliotrope Where one finds that moody is like a word or like the register in which the sky loosens its … More

It’s because he has a train to catch that Rodney leaves his room after suppertime. He puts on dress shoes … More

A Third Place The bell tower prescribed an auditory space that corresponded to a particular notion of territoriality, one obsessed … More

*** Amaranth Borsuk’s most recent book is Pomegranate Eater (Kore Press, 2016), a collection of poems. Previous … More

I Have Approximated Lightning There is the ghost and then the ghost’s shadow. By ghost, I mean memory. By shadow, … More