“We gleam with listening.”

“It is another day.”

“the best music always comes from somewhere else”

In memory of Brice Marden (1938-2023)

The 17th series in the ongoing collaboration between George Quasha’s preverbs and Susan Quasha’s photographic work.

Ten poems translated from the Greek by Pria Louka.

Patrick James Dunagan reviews Ted Berrigan’s Collected Prose.

By turns intimate and abstract, each poem is a moment of stilled time.

Four poems from Émile Verhaeren’s Tentacular Cities (1895) translated from the French by Jacob Siefring.

Seven poems by Francisco Segovia translated by Katherine Silver, with artwork by Carolie Parker.

Eight poems with drawings from the chapbook Comes a Time.

Poems by Losarc Raal for Tamas Panitz’s Steak Phase

An 1891 interview with Mallarmé, translated from the French by poet Cid Corman.

After the Snake, the title of which evokes another Fall, is a haunting meditation on the apocalyptic landscapes that – if like Dun we have the courage to look at them – lie smoking on the boundaries of our consciousness.

Monique Fong discusses Surrealism with Erin Hagood.

What if I said / I will never / talk to stone / brush grown to a golden / edge needs sing all night / who care?

Barry Schwabsky brings us Alberto Savinio's memories of the poet and painter Max Jacob.

In my solitude / I’m stripped bare, but now / you’re here too, to some degree.

When the class that, unbeknownst to our age, we continue to attend, truly reaches its end, night falls on the self. What’s the use of clarifying it, full of tears?

An excerpt from Losarc Raal’s quasi-novella No Material, forthcoming from Black Sun Lit in 2023