By Stephen Kampa

Substance has substance, you might say—
     And you suspect the drift
Of tides (both nucleo- and not)
     Betrays an unlikely gift...

New

By Dan Beachy-Quick

...The mind? Centuries taught me about this

Root of electric blood. Faces, none mine,

Come here...

By Patricia Nash

...Take a human, like myself.

Quadruple me...

By Angela Conant

An interactive work which visually represents data gathered via survey to the question "Describe a 2-d shape that represents the truth to you. You could say ‘circle’ or ‘square’, or describe another shape if your shape doesn't have a name."

By Katherine Gibbel

all the roads collapsed

>I heard your quick breath in your attic room

>>almost saw your pale

 

face grow paler round the edges

>not a moon just wet paper’s

>>slight jaundice drying out

By Lauren Winchester

                                                                                ...I too

 

am smeared with gold

            and soot and anxious

for increase                  and on screens the sea

 

            is rising...

By Joshua Marie Wilkinson

...Look at the sun falling like

a moon. Look at that.

Stand still while I throw this

stone over your head...

By Spencer Everett

An essay by Spencer Everett exploring silence, poesis, time, and constellations of experience, thought, and representation in Emily Dickinson's poetry

By Virgil B/G Taylor

A consideration of fences and Ralph Waldo Emerson's and Margaret Fuller's 1840 manifesto for The Dial

By Virginia Konchan

...Do not pity my captivity. When I meet

my face in the mirror, I read it from

the perspective of being frozen, or freed...

By Irene Lee

...When the choir of angels was coming down at the end of my bed they ran around me and I couldn’t tell if I was afraid or if I loved them. And the one, she was whispering to me, all quiet, that she’s going’t take me away...

By Brandon Courtney

...Every name you’ll ever hear is human: / who else can I blame for my body / orbiting the moon around the ruins / you have made?...

A collaboration by Sarah Greenbaum and Robert Pounding

A video triptych accompanied by a sound composition of field recordings

By J’lyn Chapman

...And anyway, I wondered, wasn’t it dangerous to bear a child to a world in a perpetual state of emergency?...

By Pierluigi Cappello, Translated from the Italian by Todd Portnowitz

...even the rain has its beatitudes...

Text by Gregory Howard, Images by Scott Fitzgerald

...Sometimes what you think is the sea is something else. The horizon, infinity...