From the latest issue:
- Nate Pritts (“Today’s sunlight is entitled ‘Crisis.’ // It plays gentle havoc with the soft parts / of me…”)
- Natasha Kessler (“You are an outline, a strand of light draped across a new bone.”)
- Matthew Guenette (“You Hank like Williams. / Johnny like Cash. / Kiss like kissing.”)
From an older issue:
- Anthony Madrid (“If I play favorites with my holy books, I hope I may be forgiven. I’m /Lately immersed in the Sex Code of the New Hammurabi.”)
- Franz Wright (“Massive languor, languor hammered; / Sentient languor, languor dissected;”)