Franny Choi, Soft Science

from Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers

Kaveh Akbar

Kaveh Akbar

Joanna Klink, from “Night Sky”, The Nightfields

getting to that time of the year where the sun will straight up project childhood memories onto your bedroom wall at about 3 or 4 pm

sure, I may be little more than a dog for the military industrial complex, but every once in a while, they let me place a hand on one of their mass-produced wargrinders and feel the heat radiating off of the plate metal like a stovetop I'm not entirely sure I turned off

in the throes of this ecstatic contact, I can pretend for just a moment to be crawling along the spiritual spiderweb of something bigger, more beautiful, and one day, that beautiful thing might see it fit to sink its teeth into me, too

they should invent a way to save your mother

The Pink Box, Yesenia Montilla

“For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.”

— Simon Van Booy 

Adam, Gboyega Odubanjo