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The Japanese Firefly Squid

Kimiko Hahn

‘nothing like an ancient corridor where a / woman is stripped of resistance.’

Two Poems

Kimiko Hahn

‘Certainly the tide or the dog striding along the sluff of seaweed, / this afternoon – brown, light green, black green, white and red.’

Demeter

Fiona Benson

‘I head down the path hoping she’ll come / but when I look back she’s gone and my own voice / snags at her name like barbed wire on skin.’

Picnic

Emily Berry

‘Watching the sea is like watching something in pieces continually striving to be whole / Imagine trying to pick up a piece of the sea and show it to a person / I tried to do that.’

Pyjamas

Rodney Koeneke

‘Lover, does it matter / how the river spends its glitter’

The More We Think About It

Michael Earl Craig

‘Yeah, something has slapped us. / We have definitely seen something.’

The Common Cold

Laura Kasischke

‘But here we are again, you and I, the / two of us, tangled / up and biological.’

Cooley High: 1991

Aracelis Girmay

‘Please stay with me as I / replay the last touch.’

Toboggan Run

Fiona Benson

‘What would I give / to be one of those swimmers in all this snow, / swallowed by the cold and the night’s strange radiance?’

The first resurrection

Laura Kasischke

‘The moth locked up all / winter in the strongbox.’

The Mountain

Christopher DeWeese

‘When the oxygen thins, / the world gets less reciprocal.’

Observations on the Ground

Mary Ruefle

‘Those flowers belong to the dead.’

Pax Americana

Rowan Ricardo Phillips

‘It looks like life, or its oasis.’

Opening Invocation

Jean-Paul de Dadelsen

‘Or otherwise, leaving the shore of the intermediate sea, / has it been a while since they’ve gone ahead / into the interior of lands of the spirit?’