Joanna Doxey

[ 4 poems ]

Landscape Painting & Driving to Work—Miller Moths—Process—Concretely

Patrick Morrissey

[ 3 poems ]

Stations of the Cross—Apart—Notes—Sleeper Awake

Darius Atefat-Peckham

[ 3 poems ]

Here’s a Love Poem to the Baby Backpack—Once-Iranian Men—Here’s a love poem practicing yoga with my second mother

April Ossman

[ 3 poems ]

Corridors—Knee-Deep—Dark Suite for My Country

João Luís Barreto Guimarães

[ 3 poems with translation by António Ladeira and Calvin Olsen]

Auto-retrato (aos cinquenta)—As paredes em falta—Os corvos em Birkenau

And he cast down the pieces of silver in the temple—And he looked up and saw the rich men casting their gifts into the treasury—I see men as trees, walking—the dayspring from on high hath visited us—come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest a while