By: Lina Buividavičiūtė Translated from Lithuanian to English by Irma Šlekyte. Potiphar’s Wife After a time, his master’s wife looked at Joseph with longing and said, “Lie with me.” The Bible, the Book of Genesis I cling onto Your robe, boldly tear the seams apart, rip up my pride to pieces with my teeth, though You arrived at our home a slave. You said You’re acting in his name, the one who never abandons, gives strength to resist the forbidden bodily orifices. My desire ent

By: HR Harper At the base of tall redwoods I stop thinking about thinking. I wait in the space between tall words. It’s October and the late afternoon light rests on its side yet wavers from the wind. The wind’s too much for words I have remembered or found. The only song now is up in the crown. There’s room between the song I want to hear and what keeps singing up there. There’s a distance between the right word and me. Sunlight diagonals fall through tall pillars o

By: Amelia Díaz Ettinger the marcescens of leaves in an early afternoon makes for a cup of tea to seep bitter on dry lips they part in acceptance nature roams her steady flow but where is the resistance from leaves, from lips? why must winter rob green-lush? does it steal the pigments for lack of warmth or covetousness? Crushes the mirth of flowers softly balancing the edge? why does it render the tenderness of petals to be burdened by the coming snow already withered, wrink

By: Raymond Byrnes 05:34 04 JUN 42: After long, patterned days of stale gazing at a blank, sunglass-green sea, a U.S. Navy patrol pilot radios his estimated map coordinates for a miles-wide Japanese aircraft-carrier fleet. Navy dive-bomber, torpedo-plane, and fighter-escort pilots take off and circle into formation high above their carrier, each one aware it could take half his fuel just to find the enemy 150 miles out. One fighter group, its search futile, heads back to refu

By: M. Shayne Bell I At the Landing I watched Persephone descend through throngs of dead— dressed all in white, as if to keep sunlight with her in a fabric. II One Obol She would not ride a half-filled boat. She brought on dead who could not pay. She let the dead crowd near. III On Styx Islands mar that sea; rocks; but to a pebble— one dead: flood-swept there, or overboard and left. He grabbed her outstretched hand. She pulled him in. IV Docked Hellside Sh