Against    the    Flow    of    Time

​In conversation with Eleni Sikelianos

With Memory Rehearsal, Eleni Sikelianos presents a restless, chimeric archive of inheritance that refuses the false coherence of a linear narrative in favor of fragments, images, and a chorus of voices. Here, she tells us how hybridity allows more light to enter through the gaps between the shards of the past.
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Two
by Jane Clarke

​It began in the base of her thumb, / a stiffness she blamed on the rain, / then swelling in one knuckle / crept to another ... 
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​Bleeding    Edge
by Maria Sledmere

​This year for Halloween I will go as my luteal phase. / When people approach me at the bus stop, or at some party, asking / who are you I’ll say I’m my luteal phase ...
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Delicate    Weapon
by Patrick Cotter

With the long strides of the healthy-spined my sister / struts the streets, each step she takes: a chance ... 
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​Two
by Klara Seddon

My father pulls skulls from drawers, / mostly deer. Masks waiting for faces, / foundlings from upstate ...​
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Funeral    Rites

by Raúl Zurita
(translated from Spanish and with a foreword by Karen Elizabeth Bishop)

Bishop's translation offers rare access to Raúl Zurita's nonfiction writings, in which the Chilean poet confronts the fading authority of the word while insisting on poetry’s enduring task: to wrest meaning from silence, to bear witness to suffering, and to keep alive the possibility of connection in an age that no longer "bets on the human."​
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Winter    Night
​by Susan Irvine

There is a Lord of the universe / And a Lord of this quiet hour / And I am told they are one ...​​
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Extracts     from    Memory    Rehearsal
by Eleni Sikelianos

When something moves is how you know it’s alive. I cannot see time move, but I try to save it ...
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Flower    Duet    for    Two    Policemen
by Tom Laichas

It’s because she sings. The woman inside the house sings and sucks / the gravity right out of the ground ...​
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Answer
by Theodore Heil

​By / the glow of the / little comet’s tail, / we rapture. We wake ...
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Disconnect

by Khadijah Queen

Human disaster is contagious, so I’m left / alone, like I thought I wanted. Self-pity says / no one wants a sinking ship / of a woman, rafting on hate for how much / what she knows she keeps taking ...
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eating    peka    in    hvar
by Savannah S. Miller

​there’s a fish head staring at me / his one eye russet like potatoes back home / but these are golden ...​
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Sinking    Economy
by Marie-Eve Bernier

I’m too scared to open my eyes. So I resolve to use my hands as a guide. Surprisingly I’m doing well despite my self-imposed handicap ...
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Feelings   of   Francesco    Borromini ...
by Antonio Devicienti

Navona [night] at the time of the visions ● Borromini, Borromini, you're now thinking about an ascending spiral initium sapientiae ...
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The    Mind's    Ocean
by Amy Gordon

​Every night's an arthritic, pissed off bird / careening through sleep's misshapen spinal / cord ...
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Harvest    in    the    Dark

W.J. Herbert in conversation with Jane Zwart

Jane Zwart discusses her debut collection Oddest & Oldest & Saddest & Best, a book of poems defined by wonder, doubt, and faith. From the intimacy of family life to the great breadth of ecological and spiritual concern, she considers how poems can make space for both mystery and astonishment.
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Treatise    on    Breathing
by Mirjam Frosth

I am steady at its thick edge like an olympic diver. / As I bow into the water I think of a poem ...
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Teenager
by Rene Seledotis

I was walking on the Paint Creek Trail when I saw them, / crows uncountable, perched on trees all around ...​​
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Two
by Jessica Ankeny

Carp chew the edges of the Rio Grande / their thick, hard bodies folding over one another / like a braid of snakes ...
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Tintoretto    Blue
by Dian Parker

The latest acquisition was a pair of Egyptian white geese he bought on Craigslist. “You only find them in Asia, so it’s incredible I got them ...
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Kinetic Frequencies

by Tudor Șanta

Music, through the energy it creates and the unique way it connects people, has been a fascinating manifestation of beauty for Tudor Șanta. By shooting the moments when performance slips beyond intention, something else ensues: an unfiltered presence, an artistic truth impossible to stage. ​
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The   Expulsion   from   the  Garden   of   Eden   Censored
by Anna Evas

Ironic / those fig leaves superimposed / on Masaccio’s 15th century Adam and Eve ...
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The    Flexible    Moment
by Sharon Dolin

I have entered / five / fevered / days / swim in my salty skin ...
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The    Last    Book   of    Longing
by Robin Lindsay Wilson

An infinite number of monkeys, / in an infinite number of rooms, / drew an infinite number of maps ...​​
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Suddenly
by Grace Lynn

Perception in the body / moves like a bevy of bees: you know all / over at once ...
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A   Temporal   Fieldwork-Based   Analysis   of   a   First   Novel—A    Short    Work    of    Fiction?

by Daniel Clausen

On a winter night, an aspiring writer meets a stranger who claims to be a time-traveler. The conversation brings up impossible truths and questions of destiny, memory, and meaning. What if your future is already history… and someone else knows how it ends?
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Heather
by Jacqueline Knirnschild

​Hearth at the edge of the barren / heath. Heart in the / flames, licking / his lips ...
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frozen    food
by Barnaby Smith

​far off police sirens are ringing  / on the third day back at home: / proof of a life lived in analogue ...
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Two
by Ken Poyner

​It is reported he does not need a troupe. No supporting cast, no greater effect with the collective ...
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The    Schnitzel
by Eric Melbye

A peculiar morning ritual sparks a connection with a fragile creature before an unexpected intruder comes to disrupt the balance.
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Two

by Harry Martinson
​(translated from Swedish by Robert Hedin)

The sea wind sways over the endless oceans— / opens its wings night and day, / rises and falls / over the desolate swaying floor of the everlasting seas. / It’s almost morning / or nearly evening / and the sea wind feels on its face—the land wind ...
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A    Long,    Dark    Stretch
by Kelly R. Samuels

​There were not to be any stars / seen in the planetarium 
after that summer. / The whole building was being razed ...
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Blanchot's    Orpheus
by Daniel Barbiero

As we read in Apollodorus’ Library, Orpheus was the son of the muse Calliope and the river god Oeagrus “or, nominally,” of Apollo ...
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Phantom
by Sophia Bagdade

​I miss my limbs when they spread like raspberry sweet / on toast. Detached kneecap, forgetting places have / names you can sing to fall asleep ...
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Use
by J.R. Solonche

​The woman at the hardware store / said, "Can I help you?" as I wandered / down an aisle of paint brushes "No, / thank you," I said ...
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