MARK TARDI is a writer and translator whose recent awards include a 2023 PEN/Heim Translation Grant and a 2022 National Endowment for the Arts Translation fellowship. His most recent books are The Circus of Trust, and translations of The Squatters’ Gift by Robert Rybicki and Faith in Strangers by Katarzyna Szaulińska. His writing and translations […]
Featured Poetry
Half Sonnet, Doubled
Skipping Grandma’s funeral, we see Barbie together
by Dante Fuoco
She was 94 and a bitch—let’s not make this sad. Still, she was your mother. Two hours from Pittsburgh, I lick a $1 Sheetz ice cream cone, improbably delicious amidst an improbably stunning turnpike sunset, when you call with the new fucked up thing: your MAGA brother has Covid—and still, he’s going to the service […]
Two Poems
by Kelsey L. Smoot
“i don’t know the right forks or words to use to make people
understand that i do want them close but i still need to sit facing the exit”
Kelsey L. Smoot’s poems “pepper jack” and “the revolution might not be televised” are lyric invitations to witness — live online at MAYDAY now.
Two Poems by Fatima-Ayan Malika Hirsi
March 2024 My father calls from Istanbul to tell me he’s on his way to Djibouti There he will wait for a summoning to Somalia Most of my life people asked ___________________ […]
Is Pantomime
by J. Parker Marvin
Caustic neurosis of the pantomime king :: there is not a necessity in legend :: we breathe the oxygenated fiction :: a flurry of streams mitigating the gap of the outward push :: the necessity of discard is considered the great lie :: we are asked to masturbate into glass :: but […]
Three Poems by Alfonsina Storni,
translated from the Spanish by Norman Weinstein and Celia Gil Llamas
Zoological garden of clouds I’ve got to sing to the cloud overhead: Here’s to you, tender teddy bear, your lover kisses another cottony cloud, and when you bite it, the cloud disperses. And there’s the snake that chased me in my dreams, this one: and then there’s a pink heron coming from the river, and […]
FANGS
by Camille Newsom
Belly up with bloody bums,
bloated, stiff and calm.
Blind Fish
by Joan Kwon Glass
In the photograph, wildflowers everywhere, I am seven years old. In Northern Michigan, sand shifts with my father’s mood. We are standing in the lake, water shimmering around our ankles. Minnows in their nervous schools dart, always toward each other, breathing in what other species breathe out below the surface. That summer, I believed all […]
Poem That Takes Place in a Human Hand
by Glen Armstrong
The air is very cold.
Do you want to continue?
Apparition
by Mya Matteo Alexice
there were weeks when my body unmoored itself from self-ownership and became hers & theirs & his. so caught up I was with remembering how to belong to someone. as in, eyeing the swell of my ass in the shower and wondering how much of its volume one hand could clutch; not seeing my own […]
