The most recent idea that appeared to me, so insistently that I felt compelled to write it down, was of painting as a scaffold. This was related to an older idea of mine, of painting as a veil . . .

Adam, you were the one with brooding eyes and a Cheshire smile.

Ten poems translated from the Greek by Pria Louka.

“I wanted to connect to people who were like-minded but also saw this as a new frontier with a lot of possibilities for art making.”

Bret Schneider and Omair Hussain discuss musical composition and their albums Drunk Walks and What Goes Away.

C. Philip Mills reviews Skinamarink

here the vicious ribbons hiss, swanning
their hypnotic cursive dances, as if were calligraphic curses.
thither the come-hither flickers and quick slithers back.

Genese Grill reviews Henry van de Velde: Selected Essays, 1889–1914.

Darksome, tenebrous, smoked, obscure / the gloam-time, sable-vested, fumid / hour of the witch / the gathering of storms / she wrote poems good as anyone’s / becloud, bedim, mirksome, engloom / when the moon’s dark / caliginous, somber / it’s a blind man’s holiday / eclipsed / embalmed

Caesura editors Patrick Zapien and Gabriel Almeida talk to Elisa Jensen about her practice.

Caesura editors Patrick Zapien and Gabriel Almeida talk to Jeane Cohen about her practice.

Failure of failures. Gluck and Vika’s adventure comes to an end…for now!

Gluck turns a corner and encounters a challenge he’d never anticipated, revealing the true scale of his conflict. Will he give up…or find new strength?

Patrick James Dunagan reviews Ted Berrigan’s Collected Prose.

Breaking out of jail is something of a specialty for Gluck. Finding his way around an unfamiliar city isn’t hard either. What does Gluck struggle with? I’m glad you asked!

In this special Christmas-tangential installment, Gluck and Vika sneak their way around Utrecht, stealing fish and whispering. See you all in 2023!

Farrokhzad speaks as a form hewn to the "line of time," trapped in the earthly realm — her sorrowful longing is one of disillusionment given the unrealizability of divine ecstasy.

When you find an altarpiece in the middle of the woods, what do you do? Eat, of course! Ash Wednesday comes to a close as our heroes plan their next move.

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

On December 11, 2022, Caesura editors Gabriel Almeida and Patrick Zapien hosted a live-streamed conversation with Bloomington, Indiana-based painter Peter Shear.