MAIREAD CASE

Nine sounds fifty words, after Frith We had a small bed so there was room for the keyboard. While I wrote he wore headphones so I just heard clicks. After writing I’d bring a book to bed and he’d take the headphones off. One song on loop. Sometimes I was …

GestureMAIREAD CASE

RICHARD S. SCHWASS

syntax of moisture   notation of liquid in inches                               poured out the calculated void break the glass spit of metrics                                 charcoal parentheses cup sequences ripe senses all members of the fellows assemble                        wait quiet on the cove   bowed heads black coats   stony beach incline steep to a vibrating sleep …

GestureRICHARD S. SCHWASS

STEVIE EDWARDS

Offering This is what I have to give you. Leftovers that aren’t vegan, not even food really— burnt leather scraps for a heart, but my God, I’ve  been saving them for you. I’ll leave what I have at your feet like a proud cat littering mice across the stoop. So …

GestureSTEVIE EDWARDS

BRIAN WHITE

One Though we always woke in a new city, Redwood waited for us to plant our bottomless thoughts. We traveled by train from Georgia to New York, Montreal, Vermont, and back. But now we settle under blankets on the west coast, The endlessly flowering pacific ocean and its fog like …

GestureBRIAN WHITE

MATTHEW BEACH

Berries   1. Our magenta fingers are steady through the tangles, ready to recoil at every prickle, rake, and pull. We fill our pails a careful handful at a time then lumber, knees stained, over ruddy  brush,  buckets  at  arm’s  length  from  our  sides, measuring the harvest on the fulcrum …

GestureMATTHEW BEACH

Eric Schwerer

My t-shirt read, “He Is The Rock Upon Which I Stand.” Upon which was Christ’s fist risen and grave-fresh, out, clenched, a length of barbed-wire entwiningly snaking from his arm to his palm, my god, muscle-sweetened, peppered with pricks —as if shot had b-b-dotted it, it bled. Metal, not Christian …

GestureEric Schwerer

Jude Marx

Weaving Each blade of grass is the invention of a foreign body, a flooded field, a tangled mass of splinters opening. I tell the wheelbarrow shadow to leave me on the hay bale in the middle of the field so I can wait for the supermoon. The dead grass shudders …

GestureJude Marx

Jade Lascelles

Excerpt from Proximate Seams in discussing rotation: include the spiraling of untamed nerves, unbundled at the rib’s precipice. as in: the moment when stem unravels into roots. as in: a meaty palm split off into bony fingers. the small and separate pieces glinting with animal fidgets. in discussing translation: my …

GestureJade Lascelles

Elisabeth Workman & Michael Sikkema

excerpts from TERRORISM IS WHAT WHALE I PUT A BEAST NEAR YOUR BEACH and the crows and the mascots and the falcons splayed pin-ups played against a war-proof glass ceiling, asses reeling on the opposite roof. I blew a wad wordward, a flaming brick establishment cloudwards and there was colonialism and …

GestureElisabeth Workman & Michael Sikkema

Sarah Cook

NOTES ON THE POST-BODY   Q: What are you working on lately?   … A: clit envy   // men being embarrassed by women¹   /   you can’t deny this living wig   /   i’m just playing, seriously   // ¹beginning with Sexton   body collapsing under the …

GestureSarah Cook