For the first time since Caesura’s return in 2020, Octave took a week off. Ruby imagines a beautiful timeline where he enjoys a vacation in Boston!

Curiosity killed the cat, but without it Fauntleroy just wouldn’t be Fauntleroy. What will he find behind the forbidden door?

As the partisan of energy as a form of imagination, Will Alexander relentlessly critiques linear conceptions of cause and effect, along with all mechanistic modalities of thought and practice.

It’s hard to be the Museum of Modern Art when the modern has become a thing of the past and a rather suspect thing at that.

Hugo Skarstedt reviews Sanya Kantarovsky’s “Recent Faces” at Luhring Augustine Tribeca

with paintings by Varda Caivano

A steady job, one’s own office, a sense of security…what seems like the perfect life to most is a nightmare for Octave!

If you get asked “got wine?” then you might have a bit of a problem.

Everything seems to be going well for Fauntleroy: he is an honored guest aboard Miguel’s fish, with food, fun, and good lodging. But whether for suspicion, restlessness, or sheer love of adventure, our pointy protagonist can’t help but explore!

But what of the museums themselves? The artworks, their placement, the hallways, the exhibits, the choreography of passing through?

pablo lopez reviews his own new book of poetry, out now from Anonymous Energy.

Caesura presenta los siguientes extractos como anticipo del dossier Sien en Trilce, en memoria de los 100 años del poemario Trilce (1922) de César Vallejo, de pronta aparición en la edición nº 22 de la revista Mar con soroche (Santiago / La Paz) en colaboración con Vallejo Sin Fronteras Instituto (Lima), en el cual han participado más de 77 escritores de América y Europa.

Selections from Invisible by Jacek Gutorow, translated from the Polish by Piotr Florczyk.

When I looked up Barrax’s collections, I found that his work spans not only relatively traditional-looking lyrics, but formally experimental poems that disarrange syntax and disperse words across the page.

A trip to the bar might be a commonplace activity for most, but when Maurice pays a visit anything is possible!

“I have yet to arrive / I will never arrive / in the center of everything is the poem / intact sun / inescapable night.”

“I have been wrong before, god of syntax / and understatement, god of slips in silk / and polyester, god of the laboratory, god of newsprint / and sunscreen”

Curiouser and curiouser! Inside the fish, Fauntleroy meets Miguel and is shown great hospitality. Are things looking up for Fauntleroy, or is his change of luck too good to be true?

Sometimes life seems to go by in slow motion. A sweet moment can turn sour in the blink of an eye!

The layered surface cascades into itself as quickly as it interrupts itself. It vibrates like a field of electricity, full of chaos and psychedelic apparitions, and yet is held together by an arresting unity which appears to emerge at once from above and below — that is, it appears as calculated as it does spontaneous.