The Pforzheim Quartet

The Pforzheim Quartet

Editor’s Note: We’re so excited and honored to be publishing this excerpt from Alexandria Peary’s long poem, “The Pforzheim Quartet,” which engages with history and memory through the use of extraordinary language, image, and sound. When we on...
What the Black Sea Throws on the Shore

What the Black Sea Throws on the Shore

Identified by Unique Manicure Author’s Note: this poem was written in response to this image—created by Oana Maria Cajal—which is both about the war in Ukraine and part of a collaboration project titled “Shattered.”   Neptune Beach, 315 miles from...
At the End of the World

At the End of the World

Clocks will still mark time. Only speechesby the president under siege will sound true. Bombedcities that refuse to fall will be decimated. Spring will stallas if waiting for war to end before it can arrive.Monuments will stand, protected by sandbags,as children cry....
War Hawk

War Hawk

It’s everywhere today; the wildfire of helicopter blades, what you hearwhen the furnace kicks on, a beggingvoice and an airstrike of unholy smiles.But it’s not something you could tell your sisteras she accidentally pours raspberry iced tea over your hands; the black...
Epistle to a Navy Corpsman

Epistle to a Navy Corpsman

for Dan Ryan After we spoke of the dead at Giờ Linh and Cồn Thiên, I thought of the bird that came to nest ina dead tree; the deep rhythm, melody as she built it stick by stick, bringing mud and wet leavesand bits of paper to mortar it into place; the exquisite...
A Letter to Juan

A Letter to Juan

Now that you have decided to stayaway, I have given up finding the quietgestures that lie behind us. What matterscannot just be found in corners of what wasonce your home. I have muted your imprintin the last photograph we took as the plumeof dawn washed over us and...
the drone

the drone

silent under her gray-swept wingsthe wrinkled sands slide. over qalats, wadis,waters, all the brown earth she slips, waiting                                                    to go kinetic. in her belly the missile lies primed, dreaming its dream of falling death....
Myth

Myth

The origin story is as follows: a fairy and a dragon fall in love, they fuck.Then they separate, each taking half of the eggs that would hatchinto the Vietnamese people, for the princess longed for the mountains,and the dragon longed for the sea. In the version my...