April 2019

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Poem

From the magazine:
Sestina in Prose

It was like climbing a mountain to those of us who’d climbed one. To the others, it was like, I suppose, something else. In other words, we let everybody find her own figure of speech.

Not that it—speech—lay thick on the...

Poem

From the magazine:
“Un Tintero,” Inkwell

Anger is the other person inside
mi garganta, my throat.

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Poem

From the magazine:
The Solitary Land

Translated By Kareem James Abu-Zeid & Ivan Eubanks

I inhabit these fugitive words,
I live, my face my face’s lone companion,
And my face is my path,

In your name, my land
That stands tall, enchanted and solitary;
In your name, death, my friend.
Translated from the Arabic

April 2019

From this Issue

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:Sestina in Prose

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:“Un Tintero,” Inkwell

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:The Solitary Land

Table of Contents

From the magazine:
Sestina in Prose

From the magazine:
“Un Tintero,” Inkwell

From the magazine:
The Solitary Land