POEM: Edge of Seventeen
BIOGRAPHY: Nina Puro
"Let’s hope this is the good version, idiot girl. Stop your wandering / eye, or it’ll be replaced with glass. The dead are always washing in."
POEM: Even After Summer and Heart
BIOGRAPHY: Brionne Janae
"here where death is fulcrum / and this boy is formed to grow that boy / a purposed beating heart / and die."
POEMS: Man in the Glass and Northtown Choir
BIOGRAPHY: Kai Carlson-Wee
"When the stories are finished, the fire burned down / to a puddle of glittering coals, the guy they call / Spider Eyes picks up a stick and starts smacking / the side of a log."
POEMS: Prairie Smoke and When You’ve Been Sick For A Time
BIOGRAPHY: Susan Austin
"How he must have moved swiftly / or not, from room to room / choosing the necessary accomplices: / a rope, a sturdy attachment, the chair."
POEMS: Some Notes on Shadows
BIOGRAPHY: Sophie Klahr
"I wept making love to a man old enough / to be my father. When we curved / into sleep, one of us contained / more shadow than the other."
Mario Alejandro Ariza
POEMS: Ghazal for Hispaniola and Kissing Cousins
BIOGRAPHY: Mario Alejandro Ariza
"Now not a single tree left on the border between brother and brother, now “Fuera los Haitianos,” secure the frontera kill the charcoal hawkers, sharecroppers, play those genocide blues again you sad and shriven isle."
POEMS: The Thief of the Eye among Me; Politics; The End of Lha; and Names to Remember the Future
BIOGRAPHY: Tanya Larkin
"I call you honeybee not because you’re sweet, but because you’re a great conversationalist, always ready with a question or folding in the stranger."
POEMS: winter sticks and rapture
BIOGRAPHY: Kirsten Ihns
"as the wind going out of the forest’s edges turns quiet / its sound now just a friction of its own skin and its own skin / over the meadow"
POEM: ode to flea market strapless
BIOGRAPHY: Tyler Tsay
"before we knew not to spill our new faces / into the streets where the children flock like / feathers starved for a match."
POEMS: Mountain Pageant and Casualty
BIOGRAPHY: Ally Harris
"If the wind blows, if I fall from the ridge, I have a couple seconds to reason, this is just a dream. What happens after doesn’t matter. Anyway, existence is the drug of the dead."
Emma Winsor Wood
POEMS: Five Sections from Quotidian
BIOGRAPHY: Emma Winsor Wood
"The kettle doesn’t hold / Enough for us both // In the morning I boil just enough / For myself // A stray grain burning / Into ash."
BIOGRAPHY: Andy Stallings
"The plagiarist covers your / tracks and then his own. / Days of birdsong just before / dawn, the children already / awake."
POEMS: Self-Portrait as One-Woman Game of Telephone and After Dutch Still Life by Anonymous
BIOGRAPHY: Kristina Martino
"I started a rumor in myself, a l’oeil de trompe, / a trickling of romp and rook, and it took. // And it took."
POEM: Tender Things
BIOGRAPHY: Carolyn Zaikowski
"Tender things. For my love. / Tender breathing for my love. / Tender folly. Tender walls for him."
POEM: Not Hurting
BIOGRAPHY: Soren Stockman
"Your eyes pummeled a hole / clean through the street we walked on, / and you filled it / with not hurting me, / and then threw a match on that, / and the not hurting went up like dry leaves."
POEM: New York City Today
BIOGRAPHY: Amy Mattox
"My subway car carries one million men. / Improbably, each wears headphones– / behind every smile is a calculated fear."