Max Wolf Valerio

OK I admit it. I was Greta Garbo, or was that–Shulamith Firestone? humanity has begun to outgrow nature. the pendulum, a dark stone, a discretion. restless inside limitation—a remote intelligence latent—residing throughout a row of gender-neutral wombs. spectral under glass domes, one incubated awareness after another is awakened and separated, each from the other. their eyes open to assure the elimination of the sexual classes … Continue reading Max Wolf Valerio

Jay Lucero

Attempting to Behead the Grounded:       When the grapefruit sun shines on my left cheek       awakening flames/ giving light to the unseen       my face becomes global, with bodies galore.       You see: a birthplace,       ancestors, and traces of oddities like me. Brown femmes carve a place in the constellating universe. Now you know we’re stars.       The moon glitters on my right cheek       where a conglomerate celebration of … Continue reading Jay Lucero

Three Poems by Susan Lewis

Silence, Wastrel   Mind the Gap   Mouth My Idea   Susan Lewis is the editor of Posit (www.positjournal.com) and the author of eight books and chapbooks, most recently This Visit (Blazevox, 2015), How to be Another (Cervena Barva Press, 2014), and State of the Union (Spuyten Duyvil Press, 2014). Her ninth, Heisenberg’s Salon, will be published in 2017 by Blazevox Books. Her poetry has … Continue reading Three Poems by Susan Lewis

Kaveh Akbar

UNTITLED WITH HUNGER AND MATCHHEADS Kaveh Akbar is the founding editor of Divedapper. His poems appear recently or soon in The New Yorker, Poetry, Ploughshares, APR, Tin House, and elsewhere. His debut full-length collection, Calling a Wolf a Wolf, will be published by Alice James Books in September 2017; he is also the author of the chapbook Portrait of the Alcoholic. The recipient of a … Continue reading Kaveh Akbar

Two Poems by Nayrouz Abu Hatoum

  Fall   1. With dreamy eyes, you hosted my gaze and your lips… a well intensifies my thrust.   ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖   2. I wrote you into a poem because this is how I learned to host love back home… now, I am left to grieve twice the weight of loss.   ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖   3. Our eyes traced each other,
and gazed through the shades of fig … Continue reading Two Poems by Nayrouz Abu Hatoum

Two Poems by Raji Bathish (translated by Suneela Mubayi)

  Maybe, were I to die   You will cry alone, a little between a ski holiday and a wine party so that your tears fall on your pristine, sterilized dining table and you do not find dust to dance with You cry a lot and remember me a little in permitted doses that are not harmful you remember how many hairs there were on … Continue reading Two Poems by Raji Bathish (translated by Suneela Mubayi)

Two Poems by Colette Arrand

  On Watching Tiny House Hunters in a Waiting Room   The boyfriend wants to live in the kind of house seen in viral Facebook posts: small beaux arts, miniscule arts and crafts; intricate monuments to the necessary minimization our kind. The girlfriend struggles with the size of the kitchen. Here, he says, anything can be our kitchen. He’s saved a little money and wants … Continue reading Two Poems by Colette Arrand

Two Poems by Audrey Zee Whitesides

  Play Mimics Life Manifesto   Play on the wood with superiority physical faith after fashion Play on the air without risk Play mimics life, and all play that is mimics life between mailboxes really differences
Faith serials haze into haze while our loving room resembles a zoo 
Play mimics life
I swear more than clothes
A novelty song after myth think aspiration, time for pleasure Play on … Continue reading Two Poems by Audrey Zee Whitesides